Chapter 9

As Theo studied the surprisingly lush outline of her generous lips, he decided this was not a bad thing. The lip gloss she wore was better, not a lot, but it was enough to keep those lips full, soft and pink. Had she decided to highlight this particular natural asset with bright red colour, she might have proved a distraction for his easily distracted sibling, who might even have started wondering—this would have been a natural direction for any man’s thoughts to take—what other assets she might be hiding beneath her buttoned collars and skirts.

“—I think you are good at what you do,” he observed, continuing to study her lips.

For the second time in minutes Camille was stunned into silence; she had not imagined he had noticed her any more than he noticed the office furniture and now he was expressing a grudging appreciation—or was he?

She still wasn’t sure. Reluctantly, she met his eyes. “You do?”

“Am I wrong?”

Normally self-deprecating, Camille respond