Cameron tightened his grip on the cell phone. “Was anything taken?”
“No, just a mess made with papers scattered all about. But a message was left for you, smeared on the wall.”
Cameron rubbed the bridge of his nose. “What did it say?”
“Told you to give the company back to McMurray or you’ll be sorry. Kurt told me to let you know that he’s determined to find the person responsible.”
Cameron nodded. There was no doubt in his mind that Kurt would find the person or die trying. “Okay, keep me posted.”
“Do you want me to advise Kurt to let the local police know what’s going on?”
“No, not yet. If we go to the authorities it will eventually get leaked to the papers. If the person is a McMurray loyalist then that’s what they’re counting on. Free publicity. I don’t intend to oblige them.”
“All right. I’ll get back to you if anything else comes up.”
Cameron clicked off the phone at the exact moment a rustling sound caught his attention. Glancing up, he saw the outfit Vanessa was now wearing. It had to be made of the flimsiest material ever created. He immediately came to his feet. “No. Hell no,” he said, almost growling. “I don’t like it.”
He couldn’t believe someone would design such a thing for public wear. It was so thin he could even see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The dark area between her legs clearly showed that.
An innocent smile touched her lips. “What do you mean you don’t like it?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Just what I said, Vanessa. I don’t like it.”
She placed her hands on her hips and he saw that the top part of the dress was just as transparent as the bottom. She might as well have been standing there naked. “In that case it’s a good thing you don’t have to wear it because I happen to like it,” she said. “And I’m getting it.”
She turned around to leave and he called out to her, annoyed. “I thought you wanted my opinions.”
She turned back around. “I do.”
Cameron frowned, puzzled. “Then please explain why the outfits that I don’t like, you’re buying anyway.”
She smiled sweetly. “I want your opinion, Cameron, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll take it. Those are all the outfits I intend to purchase today and I’ll be back in a second.” She slipped back into the dressing room.
Cameron couldn’t stop the smile that curved his lips. It seemed some women were just born to be stubborn, and the one he intended to spend the rest of his life with was doubly obstinate.
He shook his head in despair. How could he have been so lucky?
Vanessa smiled at Cameron from across the table. They were sitting in one of those café-style restaurants that overlooked the bay while enjoying an early dinner. “I think we got a lot accomplished today.”
He lifted a dark brow. “We?”
She dabbed her mouth with the corner of her napkin. “Yes. With your help I was able to pick out eight outfits that I think will enhance my wardrobe.”
He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t like half of them.”
“Yes, but I liked them.” And you will too once you see me in them, she thought. He had no idea she had bought the outfits with him in mind.
She placed her elbows on the table and supported her chin with her knuckles. “You’re an only child, right?”
“Yes.”
“It’s unfortunate that you didn’t have a sister, then you would understand how a woman’s mind works.”
“I don’t need a sister to understand the workings of a woman’s mind.”
She gave him a quick smile. “It would have helped. Then you would have realized you were approaching the situation all wrong in going after me. You’re not a forever kind of guy, Cameron. And on top of that, you have controlling tendencies. You aren’t the type of man a woman would consider getting involved with for the rest of her life. But you are fling material, which is why I decided to have an affair with you.”
Cameron didn’t like what he was hearing but decided not to contradict anything she said. She would find out how wrong she was when he had her just where he wanted her—when he had her good and addicted. “So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” he asked, placing his napkin down and leaning back in his chair. Anticipation of what was yet to come was already flowing through his blood stream.