Camden Snow obviously has a type, and it is tall, slim, and naked.
“Champagne?” one of them asks as she approaches with a silver tray.
“Thank you.” I pluck a champagne flute with a smile. “Love the outfit.”
She grins. “Certainly doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, does it? Make sure you check out the show downstairs in a bit.”
Head tilted, I frown. “Show?”
“It’s a surprise,” a deep male voice says from behind me.
I huff, annoyed at the interruption. I hate when men think it’s their right to hold all the cards. Like they can tell women what they can and can’t do. “And who are you to keep secrets?”
“That,” Josie says as I turn toward the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, “is Camden Snow.”
SIX
CAMDEN
The most gorgeouswoman I’ve ever laid eyes on brings her drink to her glossy lips and sips the bubbly without bothering to respond to her friend. Instead, she eyes me, like she’s memorizing every damn inch of my body. Much like I did with hers as she stepped into my house. One look at her, and I practically swallowed my own tongue.
Wide hips and a narrow waist, but fuck me, those curves have nothing on her damn face. My attention is drawn to the small beauty mark above her mouth as she swipes her tongue over her lip. Creamy skin, long, dark lashes, plump fuck-me lips.
I’ve never seen her before, I know that for certain. A man doesn’t forget a woman like her. Her deep red hair is loose and hangs halfway down her back.
I itch to touch it. To wrap a fist around it. Instead, I clench my hands and let out a breath through my nose.
Her green eyes widen, and I swear to god she smirks like she can read my thoughts.
Holy hell, this one is trouble.
I’m entranced. I can’t look away. So when her friend says “Hi, Uncle Cam,” I startle, blinking rapidly. Holy shit. This goddess’s friend is Josie.
Fuck. Please don’t let this woman be as young as my honorary niece. “Hey, Josie. Addie,” I add when I clock Adeline Langfield beside her.
This isn’t good.
I take a step back, putting distance between myself and the woman I am quickly realizing can’t be my date for the night, let alone an integral part of my three-month experiment.
Fuck me. If she could be, the bet would have been a damn cakewalk. I could look at this woman for years and not get tired of studying her curves.
My jaw flexes as I survey them one more time. Then I force a smile and will my eyes to avoid drifting to the gorgeous tits she’s not even trying to hide.
“Amazing party,” Addie says. “This is our friend Savannah. Thank you for inviting us.”
Savannah.
My attention slips back to her. Even her name is beautiful.
She licks her lips and holds out a hand. “Yes, thank you for the invite.”
I shouldn’t touch her, but I’ve never been good at rejecting my impulses, so I step closer and take her hand in mine, reveling in the warmth of it. Relishing how small and soft it is. “Pleasure is all mine. Enjoy the party, girls.”
I release her hand and step back. While Josie and Addie get the message, my silent signal that it’s time for the conversation to end, and wander off, Savannah only turns so she’s facing me fully. Like she’s determined not to obey.
So she’s a brat.
Fuck, this keeps getting worse.
