"What do you think you're doing?"
Camilla's lashes trembled slightly as her delicate brows furrowed instantly, her expression darkening.
"Oh, what do you think?"
Antonio rose from his seat, undoing the buttons of his suit jacket with one hand as he strode toward her.
"Just giving you a taste of how much better I am than Sinclair," he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk.
His shadowed gaze raked slowly over her flushed, exquisite face before lingering on the curves her casual clothes couldn't conceal.
"Stay—stay away from me!"
Camilla scrambled to her feet, backing away warily while raising her voice.
"Is anyone there?
Help—!"
Did she really think calling for help would ruin his plans?
Antonio let out a low chuckle, his usually gentle and handsome face now veiled in something darker, unsettlingly out of place.
"Camilla, you really are adorable," he murmured, advancing at a leisurely pace, as if savoring the way he was cornering her step by step.
