Camila Walker stood in place, constantly scheming how to make her move against him.
As he walked up to her, Yale Shaw alternated between admiring her graceful figure and raising his hand, his slender fingers lightly tracing from her waist up, all the way to her chest…
Realizing what his next move would be, Camila Walker stiffened, suddenly raising her hand to stop his!
She couldn't let a man other than Clayton Howard touch her body.
Yale Shaw looked up and saw her pale, forced smile. However, her resistance only served to pique his interest even more.
"Do you think it's too late to resist now?"
Camila Walker lifted her eyelids, her pale little face devoid of any color, as she suppressed her extreme disgust and let her hand drop.
She took a deep breath and slowly said, "I just... am not used to it."
