“Damn, Camilla. You really know how to confuse a man.”
I sat down, staring into the note as if it was going to reveal the mystery of Camilla to me. As if I would figure out what was going through her head right now. What was going on?
I was sure we were over. As much as I wanted things to be different, I understood how she felt, and I respected her for fighting for her career. She deserved it, so who was I to mess up her plans? If I was her, I would make the same decision.
So, did this mean she was regretting her decision?
I played with the note in my hand, suddenly feeling restless. I was excited about this and wanted to call her, but I couldn’t just rush into this. Look where rushing led Tim to.
The ball was in my court now and I had to weigh the pros and cons of being with her before I made the decision.
Camilla wasn’t the only one who would risk her career if we got together. I would risk my career too. I was in the public eye, and I already got enough bad press with all those stories about me being a playboy and whatnot. This was an important time for my career, and anything bad at this moment could be detrimental to my future, so I couldn’t afford to screw it up with Camilla.
Also, I wouldn’t want her to lose her job in case this all went south.
Then again, the woman was like a drug to me. There was something about her that made me want more, and she was the first to incite this yearning in me. I missed her more than I’d missed anyone before, and when I was with her, everything made sense.
I felt happy.
She was a breath of fresh air I needed. With her, I wouldn’t need or want other girls. I would be completely satisfied to stay only with her. Ever since I had met her, I lost interest in all other women, craving for Camilla more than anything. She attracted me like no other girl.
I closed my eyes and invited the images of naked Camilla to my mind. Almost instantly, my cock hardened. If I was with her, I would be able to have her whenever I wanted. I would be able to turn all my fantasies into reality. I pressed my hand against my hard-on, imagining it was her hand that was touching me.
Christ, there would be no way for me to endure the days without her and her body. There was just something about her that was irresistible, and I knew my hunger for her wouldn’t go away any time soon. She’d fucked me up.
I knew that I would cave in and make her mine sooner or later.
So what if we were risking everything? It didn’t have to be that way. It would be difficult to balance our careers and our relationship, sure, but why did we have to write off that option before anything even started?
Maybe having her by my side would be good for my and her career.
It was close to the end of the day when I caved and decided to call her. I wanted to invite her out to dinner. Even if I was making a big risk, it would be all worth it. We would make it work somehow.
She answered the call after the third ring. “Hello?”
“Hi, Camilla.”
Only now I noticed that my hands were sweaty. Fucking great. I was acting like a teenager inviting his crush on a first date. I was pathetic.
“Hello, Merritt.” Her voice sounded breathy, and my cock twitched, further stretching the material of my pants. Fuck, I needed to see her. “Wait just a minute.” I heard her footsteps and the door opening and closing. “I can talk now.”
“Thanks for giving me your number. It was a pleasant surprise.”
“Well, I was thinking a lot about what I told you a couple of days ago, and I realized I was making a mistake. So, I said to myself ‘To hell with it’ and left you my number, hoping I still had a chance. Do I?”
“Do you what?” I teased her.
“Still have a chance?”
My lips formed a gigantic smile. “You do. Actually, I’m calling you to invite you out to dinner.” Come on, say yes.
“Yes!” she responded immediately, and I let out a hearty laugh.
“You’re pretty excited about this, aren’t you?”
“Just like you.”
I smiled. “That’s true. So, I can pick you up at seven at your apartment. What do you think?”