Page 25 of Dissolving Prejudice

“Oh.” She chuckled. “Well, I just wanted to let you know that some of the girls are keeping your delivery guy hostage.”

The second she left my office, I turned around and slammed the pencil on the desk. Now he’s coming to my work? I got up so fast that my chair rolled back and hit the wall. Furious, I dashed out of my office. True enough, Camilo was surrounded by a group of people in the lounge room. He went all in this time, coming here dressed like a delivery guy, with a hat and all. Oh, for Christ’s sake.

The second he noticed me and our eyes locked, he grinned from ear to ear. “There you are,” he said, pushing back from the table he was leaning against. The girls by his side pouted that he had to leave, and Camilo smiled at them—actually smiled—before walking my way. Since when is he this friendly?

“Have you lost your freaking mind?” I hissed once he was close enough.

Still smiling, he shrugged. “What do you mean?” He took off his hat and put it on my head. “I came to bring you food and wanted to make it interesting. In fact, I clearly remember your love for delivery guys. There was that one time you made me wear a costume while I fuck—”

“Zip it.” I squeezed his cheeks before he could finish his words.

“Who’s that, Shay-Lee? Another boyfriend?” one of the girls asked with a dirty smile.

“This is my brother,” I said before I grabbed Camilo by the collar of his shirt.

“Your brother?” he laughed. “Well, that’s just nasty—”

“Follow me!” I snapped, pulling him behind me until we were back in my office, and I closed the door behind us. Since it was a glass office, I also closed the shutters so we’d have privacy. Camilo placed the paper bag on my desk before he walked farther into the room and looked at my vision board. As he did, I realized I still had his stupid hat on and quickly tossed it on the floor.

“What’s that?” he questioned, pointing at the sketches and photos hung on the wall.

“None of your business.”

With his hands tucked in his pockets, he turned to look at me. “Well, you can’t keep saying that for everything, Shay-Lee. At some point, you need to start sharing, or else, how will I know what goes on in your life?”

His words set me on fire, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed. “Well, that’s the point, moron. I don’t want you in my life.”

He snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“I mean it, Diesel. This whole stalking thing is starting to freak me out.”

“Then have dinner with me.”

“Did you get knocked on the head in those years you were gone? Is that what’s turned you completely delusional?” I narrowed my eyes at his stupidly handsome face. “Because I just said I want nothing to do with you, asshole, let alone dine with you.”

Shaking his head, he took a few steps forward, closing the space between us until he was in my face. Wanting to have a fair distance, I walked backward only to be stopped by the desk, so now, he had me shoved against it.

“All I’ve been trying to do the last two weeks is get attention. If you’ll go out with me for one dinner, I promise to stop.”

I raised my brow at him. “One dinner?”

He nodded. “Yes. One proper dinner.”

“What does ‘proper’ mean?”

Putting his hands on the table, he leaned in until I could feel his breath brushing over my skin. “It means you and me, in a restaurant, for at least one hour. Talking.”

Having him this close, with his addicting scent surrounding me, fogged my judgment. While the majority of me wanted to kick his balls again, there was this tiny section in my brain, or dick, that made me wish he’d pin me on my back and fuck me raw over this desk. But then I reminded myself that this was all one big game that so far, he was dominating.

Not anymore.

Darting my eyes to his mouth, I bit my lip and pretended to stifle a moan before looking up to meet his lustful eyes. Yes, I loved his eyes, but that wasn’t the point.

“One dinner and you’ll stop?” I asked in the most vulnerable voice I could come up with. It clearly worked because Camilo’s stare softened, and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He smiled, bringing his hand to my jaw and softly caressing my cheek. “Just one dinner, Shay-Lee.”

Leaning into his touch to make him fall for my act, I closed my eyes. “I’m not sure it’s a smart idea.”