Chapter 17

He laughed down into her angry, flushed face. “Nice has a limited appeal for men, Camille.”

“Not all men are as disgusting as you.”

“I think you will find they actually are, Camille. Now, let’s leave nice. I think it is your other…qualities that need some work.”

Camille planted her hands on her hips and, tapping a foot on the floor, stuck out her chin. “Don’t start minding my feelings now; if you’re trying to say I’m not sexy, go ahead,” she invited. “It’s not exactly news to me.”

There was a gleam in his eyes that Camille found most disturbing as his glance slid down the length of her body before returning to her face.

“Now that,” he approved, “is a good look for you. Just carry on thinking what you are now and we’re halfway there.”

“I’m thinking you are a hateful creep!”

The mocking glint in his eyes deepened. “Why, Camille, you’re fighting it but I think you’re starting to like me.”

“Sure, you’re my hero.”

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Camille,