Chapter 78
Lenora
I fold my arms, watching as Cameron tosses his clothes into the laundry basket. His suit jacket lands neatly, his shirt less so, and then he strips it off completely.
My eyes betray me, trailing the length of his chest and those unfairly sculpted shoulders. The man could seriously star in some Greek statue exhibit, but I snap myself out of it, shaking my head before he notices.
"So," I start, voice light but edged with curiosity, "how'd it go? You were gone for hours."
He pauses, then continues stripping off his suit pants, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.
"It was… okay," he says finally.
"Okay?" I repeat, narrowing my eyes.
"Yeah." His tone is maddeningly casual.
"Please elaborate," I insist, but then he turns toward me, all lean muscle and calm confidence, standing there like he knows I'll forget my own name in a second.
"I will," he promises, voice dropping low. "But I think we have something else to do that's more important."
