Page 58 of Snowed in for Christmas
A part of Camila was relieved, there was no doubt about it. But another part of her was stuck on his bossy tone. “Oh, so I’m taking orders from you now? I don’t think Mr. Shimwah would appreciate that. Unlessyou’rethe guy he’s dating…”
The man offered his hand to her, chuckling under his breath in what sounded like genuine amusement.
After a blink of hesitation she took hold of his solid wrist.
He hoisted her back to her feet with one effortless tug, but the momentum forced her to bump right into his chest.
“Nice try,” he said as she took a step back. “I’m sure you know exactly who I am, which means you also know that I’mnotdatingMr. Shimwah.” He lifted those broad shoulders back into place. “I am, however, here with his top model, Adel Bordeaux.”
Washethe second extra guest?
He gave her a curt nod. “Good luck with your meal. I look forward to it, now that it won’t have a quail’s egg on it.” With that, he proceeded down the winding staircase, hints of his spicy aftershave lingering in the breeze.
Camila stared down at the mess in his wake. She’d assumed, after their run-in at the pantry, that he was a decent guy. Wrong. He was pompous. And rude. And most of all,wrongabout her knowing who he was.
“For your information,” she hollered over her shoulder. “I have no idea who you are.”
He was out of sight now, but a low chuckled bounced off the glazed staircase. “Mmm, hmm.”
Camila rolled her eyes, mumbling something she knew he wouldn’t hear. “Sorry, buddy. You’re not asfamousas you’d like to think.”
