Camila hung up the phone and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Knock, knock-

"Come in."

Camila walked to his desk and nodded slightly. "Mr. Connor, what can I do for you?"

Connor looked at her, his voice deep and magnetic. "Hold out your hand."

Camila paused, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.

After getting no response, Connor patiently repeated, "Extend your hand."

Reluctantly, Camila stretched out her hand, her slender arm drawing an arc in the air.

hand, his Adam's

puzzled expression, Camila turned her palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now

his eyes dark and intense as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm,

in her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight

Connor, I was just doing my job; no reward

deserved," Connor

moment, then smiled politely. "Thank you,

Connor raised his

the clasp of the

closer, and Camila's heart raced, a part of her wanting to

help." As he said this, he reached out to loop the necklace around Camila's

frame. His scent of faint tobacco was mixed with the familiar smell of his cologne. Her heart pounded, her fingers trembling nervously as she held the necklace. She panicked

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