The morning after, Camille woke up feeling like she just had a nightmare.
‘If you could call Christian Callahan a living nightmare, that is,’ she thought venomously.
‘That snake is planning something. I just know it!’
The rest of the day went on as usual. She went to the company, did her secretarial work, ignored Christian’s unnecessarily flirtatious and obnoxious remarks, and left work in the late afternoon.
‘Good thing that he has an important meeting later,’ Camille thought gleefully as she started packing her things. ‘I hope it finishes at midnight so that when he comes home, I’ll already be fast asleep.”
The only reason they were able to live together all this time was because of their busy schedules. Sometimes Camille had to work overtime while Christian left early. Sometimes Ch
