Page 13 of Unwrapped
He retrieves a brochure from the box and runs down the list. “Let’s see, Strawberry Sex Swing, Cannoli Be You, Chocolate Chip Foreplay, Gimme S’more Lovin’, Red Hot Red Velvet, Tie-Me-Up Tiramisu—”
“That one’smine.” Camille holds out her hand. “Sorry, Dean,” her eyes dart to mine for a split second before she accepts the treat from Sawyer, “but the name speaks to me for some reason.”
Holy. Fuck.
My dick twitches back to life as images of silk ties and bedposts dance in my head. Forget sugarplums, I’ll take blindfolds and handcuffs instead.
Maybe I want you to force me.
Hudson chuckles. “Didn’t know you were kinky, Cami-Bear. Or should I call you Madame Monet?”
“No, please don’t. It sounds kinda old.” She laughs. “And there’s a lot you guys don’t know about me.”
Jordana drapes her arm over my shoulders. “What are you craving?”
“Huh?” I blink, bewildered by Camille’s suggestive comments, and more than a little turned-on by the thought of her in cuffs.
Jordana points to the box. “Cami staked her claim. Now it’s your turn.”
I snatch the list from Sawyer and scan the names. I was too flustered by Camille to pay attention when he read them, but now I know exactly which one I want.
“Well, if I have to choose,” I meet Camille’s gaze. “Cannoli Be You.” Her eyes widen, and she looks away, but I don’t miss the faint blush coloring her cheeks.
“Good choice,” Lena says, seemingly oblivious to the exchange, even though she definitely picked up on something between us upstairs.
Camille might hate me, but our chemistry is undeniable. What would’ve happened if Lena left the room and I stayed? I guess I’ll never know.
Sawyer hands me the cupcake, which I devour at warp speed. Everyone else makes their selections, and we fall into amicable chatter, catching up on each other’s lives.
The fancy gas fireplace gives the cabin’s living room a warm glow. We’re all relaxing on the couches, digesting the incredible dinner Jordana cooked for us. Hudson just finished telling us about his upcoming trip to Denver to visit his grandmother for Christmas next weekend.
“What are your plans for the holiday, Cami?” Talia asks.
Camille, who’s seated on another couch—as far away from me as possible—releases a heavy sigh. “I’m going to a wedding in Manhattan on Christmas Eve. I’ve been dreading it for months.”
“Who’s getting married?” Sawyer asks.
“Sara and Drake, people I met through Ryan.” Her eyes dart to mine and narrow, then she looks away. Whatever heat I sensed in those green depths earlier has now iced over. “I should’ve declined the invitation, but Sara’s the sweetest human on Earth, and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She was super supportive after the breakup, and we’ve stayed in touch.”
I’ve never met Sara, but I know Drake. He’s one of my brother’s best friends from law school.
Talia curls her lip. “So, wait. Is Senator Dickwad going to be there?”
“He’s the best man.” Camille twists her hands in her lap. “It’s gonna be a rough night for me.”
“Can you bring a plus one?” Jordana asks.
“Yeah. I stupidly RSVP’d saying I’d bring someone,” she mumbles, gnawing her lower lip. “But I don’t have anyone to ask.”
If it were any other wedding, I’d volunteer to go as her date, but I can’t. Ryan is in the fucking bridal party. The gossip columns would eat that shit up. I can only imagine the headlines. Senator West’s ex-girlfriend has a new man on her arm—his twin brother.Our mother would chastise me for painting him in a bad light during his campaign. God forbid people see him for the sleazebag he truly is. Then again, going onanydate with Camille is only a fantasy. I’m the last person she wants to spend time with.
“I’d go with you as moral support, but that’s my birthday,” Lena says, patting Camille’s knee. “I’m hoping Marc will cook a nice dinner for me or something.”
“I’ll be your wedding date.” Jude swirls the whiskey in his glass. “I have nothing going on, and I’ll already be in the city later this week.”
“Really?” Camille’s hopeful expression transforms her features.
“Yeah. If you wanna make the fucker jealous, I’m more than happy to play along.”
