CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
~ Camilla
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t call in sick because of Stephano. No way. Not after last night.
I refused to let him get into my head again. It was bad enough I had nearly let him pull my panties off in a bathroom like some hormonal teenager. I couldn’t handle hearing that dirty, vile mouth of his again. The things he said… God, my skin still crawled just thinking about it. I didn’t care how much heat that bastard had between my legs, I needed space.
I flopped back onto the bed, arms sprawled out like some sort of broken doll. Why did I always let myself get so tangled up in these situations? One moment I was kissing Elvis, and the next, I was thinking about Stephano's filthy hands, and his filthy mouth, and the way he made my body feel like it had a mind o
