Chapter 66. First Impressions - III

“Stay here, Camille.”

He repeated it over and over like a chant. Camille felt slight goosebumps on her skin and resisted the urge to punch her boss in the stomach.

This was such an invasion of privacy that if it had been anyone else, she would have already thrown him over her shoulder and let his back slam painfully to the floor.

But this was Christian, so she couldn’t do anything rash right now.

“Sir, please,” she said as calmly as she could. “Let go of me, and I’ll help you get up. Please don’t be difficult.”

“Be quiet,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t leave just yet.”

Camille felt annoyance spike inside of her. “What is it that you want with me?” she snapped. “I’m not one of your women. You’re not allowed to touch me however you want. If I say no, that means no—”

“Yes you are.” Suddenly his voice was frighteningly sober. The tone lost most of the slur, and he sounded like he was on the verge of irritation. “You’re mine, Camille. You belong to me.