"Madam,"
Ramsey gave Camilla a slight nod.
"Busy?"
Camilla nodded in response and paused in her steps.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Not at all,"
Sinclair's dark eyes softened as they rested on Camilla, though they took on a more inscrutable edge when he turned to Ramsey.
"You may leave."
"Yes, sir."
Catching his boss's unspoken command, Ramsey's footsteps grew noticeably heavier as he exited.
The study was now occupied solely by Sinclair and Camilla.
"Camilla,"
Sinclair tilted his head back slightly, his deep, penetrating gaze fixed on her.
"Come sit with me."
Sinclair was referring to his slightly parted long legs.
His voice was deep and husky, smooth as velvet.
Camilla's lips curved into a faint smile, her dimples appearing at the corners, making her look exceptionally sweet and tender.
"I'll sit later," she said, setting the glass of milk in her hand.
