Chapter 8

Her glance slid with dislike across his lean autocratic features; he never let anyone forget he was in charge for a second. Watching him undermine Sebastian’s authority, Camille had been forced to bite her tongue on more than one occasion but Sebastian never complained. He was just too easy-going and nice-natured to complain.

Everything Theo was not.

Knowing how much Sebastian hated making waves and enemies—his brother was a walking six feet tidal wave—Camille frequently complained on his behalf, giving her a certain reputation for being what the polite within the building termed overzealous and the less polite called hostile and scary.

Scary did not earn her many friends, but it did grant her a certain amount of grudging respect; grudging respect and unrequited love meant her Friday nights were generally not wild affairs.

Theo’s sable brows lifted at the vehemence of her response; he felt his attitude shift rapidly from mild sympathy to irritation.