Page 25 of See You Again
James jabbed the elevator call button. Giving in to temptation last night had been a mistake. Being with Cami threw him off. She made him lose control, and that was bad. He shoved his hotel room door open too hard, and it bounced as it hit the wall.
The room was too quiet without her in it. She’d been in his room for less than ten hours, but it was already noticeable that the warmth, which always filled whatever space she was in, was missing.
This is absurd. It isn’t as if we are together.
The thought drew him up short.
I’m not trying to have a relationship with her. We fucked. That’s all it was. I was clear.
And she had no problem with it, he thought.
Right. She got in that fucking car fast enough this morning.
Determined to put Cami out of his mind, James changed into a dress shirt and slacks. The office would be empty and he could catch up on some briefs he needed to review. Plus, he had notes from some of the junior associates on upcoming cases that needed his attention. No reason not to get a jump on them. He’d bury himself in work and forget about her.
Because it worked so well last time, a traitorous voice whispered in his head.
On the elevator ride to the parking deck, he thumbed out a text to his siblings, letting them know that he’d contacted the podcast host and that he hoped to have more information soon. He should probably meet with Cami again to review her information. His pulse picked up pace, betraying him.
No. She said she would send the files over. If he had questions, there was always email. The farther he’d stayed from Cami Messina, the better.
Two hours later, James was ready to give up. No matter how he tried to bury himself researching case law, something he normally would have passed on to one of the associates, he couldn’t get Cami out of his mind. Her scent, the way goosebumps rose on her skin where he touched her.
He’d spent far too many nights imagining what it would be like to finally hold her. It didn’t help that last night had surpassed anything he’d ever envisioned. His body hardened as he remembered how his fingers had dug into her hips as she rocked over him, her head thrown back and the deliciously breathy sounds she made just before she...
Fuck! James shoved back from his desk. This is pathetic!
He exhaled a harsh breath through his nose and glared at the papers he’d knocked askew on his desk. Slowly, he breathed through his nose, counting to three on each inhale and exhale until his breathing calmed, and then he slowly straightened each stack of papers before slipping them into their appropriate folders. Only after they were neatly put away did the agitated feeling subside.
James wasn’t going to get any work done today. That much was obvious. He was twitchy, as if his skin had suddenly shrunk around his bones. The only thing that would rid him of this feeling was a fight. But hours later, when he left the ring dripping in sweat, his muscles screaming for relief, he was still thinking of her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“What happened last night? I was getting worried.”
Cami sipped her sugary latte to buy some time before answering her friend.
“When Jax got up at three, I saw you were still at the hotel!”
The two women had begun sharing their locations on their phones with each other when they were roommates in grad school as a safety precaution.
“I took your advice.” Cami took another sip to hide her grin when Madison squealed.
“Nice! Wait. Did you spend the night?”
Cami nodded.
“The whole night?” Madison’s jaw dropped.
Cami took another sip because she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide the smile on her face.
“You’re freaking glowing.” Madison sighed. “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten laid, I don’t think I even remember what it feels like.”
Cami burst out laughing. “That is entirely by choice. You could point at just about any guy in this place and say ‘now please,’ and they’d line up.”
“Pfft. You’re my best friend, you have to say that.” Madison lifted her brows and widened her eyes. “So… How was it?”
Cami shifted on the hard café chair, conscious of where she was still deliciously sore. “Not at all what I was expecting.”