CHAPTER FIFTY
~ Camilla
I was mid-email, fingers flying across the keyboard like I was trying to escape this hellhole one keystroke at a time, when it happened.
That voice.
That goddamn unfair voice, rumbling through the intercom like it owned the building, and me.
"Camilla. Get in here. Now."
My stomach dropped so fast it practically dislocated.
I froze, staring at the blinking cursor, wishing, praying it could sprout arms and punch Stephano Maddens straight in his perfect, smug face.
Nope.
Still just pixels.
Still trapped.
Still thinking about his c**k.
I squeezed my thighs together under the desk like that would help.
Spoiler: it didn’t.
I took a breath. Then another.
My palms were sweaty. My chest was tight. It wasn’t fear. Oh no.
It was rage.
And heat.
Fucking nucle
