Camilla pushed open the door of the bathroom and quickly shuffled to the sink. She took her hands through her hair and shook off a shiver. Looking at her reflection, questions flooded her brain. Did she really want to be one of those women who leave first thing in the morning after having a late-night rendezvous with a nameless guy in an emotionless romp? Camilla let out a breath.

Hunter was none of those things. Everything about him was moving, and within herself Camilla knew she wanted him. Sexually and everything else. Oh my God, Camilla. For a second, her thoughts shifted to Steven and the ass he’d made of her, but Camilla shook that memory, too. There wasn’t anything wrong with having fun with Hunter. They were two consenting adults. To hell with Steven. She didn’t owe him a thing, and this one time, she didn’t feel like overthinking it.

The door to the restroom opened, and Corinne sashayed inside. Camilla watched her friend strut to the stall of each bathroom door to check if there were any occupants inhabiting them. Once she’d finished her assessment, Corinne sauntered over to Camilla. Standing next to her friend, Corinne crossed her arms and leaned a shoulder into Camilla’s shoulder.

“It happened, didn’t it?” Corrine asked.

Camilla took her hands through her mane again.

“Go on, you can tell me.”

Camilla smirked and bit down on her lip. “Hell yeah, it happened. On the dance floor.”

“I told you,” Corinne said in a sharp victory whisper.

“That’s why you sought me out? To tell me you told me?”

“It’s not the only reason.”

Camilla took her eyes back to the mirror. “Well?”

“I came to make sure you were okay.”

“Hmm.”

“So, are you?”

“What does it look like?”

Corinne tinkered out a laugh. “Looks like Mr. Hunter Valentine may be getting lucky tonight. If that flushed look and those swollen nipples are any indication.”

Camilla’s eyes lurched, and she glanced down quickly at her breasts. Sure enough, they were puffed, and it didn’t take an examination to know her nipples were stiff.

“What am I going to do, Corinne? This isn’t funny.”

Corinne frowned. “What else is there to do?”

Camilla gave her friend a frank expression.

“If you’re asking me a serious question, I say go do the nasty.” Corinne laughed, and Camilla’s cheeks filled with heat. Seeing her friend distressed, Corinne became serious. “Okay, look, ask yourself a few questions. I know you don’t want to appear easy or like any of the greedy bimbos I’m sure he’s had. So, do you like him?”

“I wouldn’t be on this date if I didn’t.”

“Okay, do you think he’s only after you for some ass?”

Camilla opened her mouth, but with incomplete thoughts, she paused. “I don’t know. How am I supposed to know that?”

“Okay, scratch that question, but answer this. Would you care if he did?”

Camilla took a spell to respond.

“Be real with me here.”

“Maybe, just a little.”

Corinne sighed. “What do you want, Camilla?”

Camilla looked back at her reflection, but there was no question about what she wanted. With acquiescence, Camilla fixed a few strands of hair that were out of place and washed her hands. After drying them, she glanced at Corinne.

“Let’s go,” she said, reining in her resolve.

The two ladies exited the restroom and strolled back to their seats where Hunter and Xavier stood enveloped in a conversation.

“I hope we didn’t keep you fellas waiting too long,” Camilla said.

With a smile, Corinne added. “Yeah, that would be a shame.”

The men eyed the women.

“Actually, I was just telling Xavier how much of a bore he was,” Hunter said.

They laughed, and Corinne responded, “I don’t’ believe that.”

“Your food’s cold,” Hunter said to Camilla.

“Well, I’m not hungry for food,” she implied in a deep flirtatious voice.

Hunter’s lids dropped, and his eyes darkened like molasses. For a split second, he acknowledged Xavier.

“You two will be all right getting home, won’t you?”

Camilla felt a thrill crawl down her back.

“For sure,” Xavier responded, “as long as Corinne doesn’t mind keeping me company longer.”

“I don’t,” Corinne responded.

“In that case…” Hunter reached for Camilla’s trench then closed in on Camilla and brushed the tips of his fingers across her chin. “Angel,” he said.

Camilla blushed and twirled around allowing Hunter to help her inside her jacket.

“Till we meet again,” Hunter said to Corinne and Xavier.

They took their leave, and Camilla reminded herself to breathe. This was what she wanted. Everything would be okay.

* * *

She had underestimated the nerves in her psyche. Sitting next to Hunter put Camilla so on edge that every now and again she’d shift in her seat. The last person she was with sexually was her fiancé, and it felt like decades since she’d been with anyone else. Jesus, get a grip, Camilla. She tried, but it didn’t work out so well. Camilla stared out the window, giving Hunter almost no contact.

“Are you okay?” his thick voice grooved.

She turned her attention to him and swallowed quickly then nodded a response.

“Are you sure?” Hunter glanced down at the space between the two and the way Camilla had almost drawn up.

She exhaled. “I… I don’t know,” she finally admitted.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

His voice was easy and relaxing. Camilla sank against her seat.

“Honestly, it’s not you that’s making me feel crazy.” She paused and thought it over. “Well, it is you, but not directly, indirectly if you know what I mean.” Camilla sighed. She was rambling, and sure Hunter didn’t know what she was talking about.

He reached for a champagne glass and filled it to the rim, then handed it over to Camilla. She accepted it, taking it down faster than she’d ever swallowed anything. Hunter arched a brow and refilled her glass.

“Thank you.” She sipped on that one and watched as Hunter filled a glass of his own.

“Come here,” he said.

Camilla scooted over until their thighs brushed, and Hunter draped his arm across the top of the seat. Camilla took down the rest of her champagne then looked up at Hunter.

“You don’t mind if I have more, do you?”

He regarded her. “If you want more, I’ll give you more.”

He refilled her glass and watched her take it halfway just as the limo pulled to The Regency entrance and parked. Hunter glimpsed down at her hand and saw it tremble.

“Camilla.”

She looked over at him.

“You don’t need to get drunk to spend a night with me. If you’ve changed your mind, I won’t be offended. You’re allowed to change your mind.”

Camilla stared at him then dropped her head.

“Hunter, I’m so sorry.”

He lifted her chin. “Let me walk you to your door.”

She nodded, and they exited the limo and strolled inside. Standing at the bank of elevators, Hunter folded his hands behind his back as they stood side by side. The doors opened, and Hunter waited for her to enter.

She glanced over at him. “I’ll catch the next one.”

Hunter stared at her face. “I’m not leaving you in the lobby while I ride up. So, you can get on without me, or we can go up together.”

Camilla nodded then stepped into the elevator. Hunter moved in behind her, and they rode to the fifth floor where Camilla exited.

“Hunter, again, I’m sorry to be so indecisive,” she said before stepping off. “It’s just, I haven’t been with anyone since my…” she paused, and Hunter held her attention. “I’ve been with a single person for the last decade or two, so it’s not easy for me.”

Hunter nodded once. “I understand, and I would like to see you again if that’s possible.”

Camilla didn’t know why she was surprised. All Hunter had shown was that he was a pretty standup guy, but all the same, it did amaze her. Most men would probably run and never look back if they were in the same situation. Camilla’s forehead creased, and the doors to the elevator threatened to move if she didn’t hurry and exit.

“You want to see me again,” she asked for clarification.

“Yes.”

Camilla hesitated. “Okay… I’ll call you.”

Hunter smiled. “I’ll look forward to it, Angel.”

She stepped outside the elevator and watched him as the doors closed. The numbers over the top ticked as he ascended to their floor, and Camilla wondered if she’d just made a mistake.