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.

Adam's apple bobbing

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

slowly placed a necklace in her palm, "Your performance in the project was outstanding. This

at the sparkling necklace in her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her. She looked up into Connor's eyes, her

show. "Mr. Connor, I was just doing my job; no reward

deserved," Connor stated

moment, then smiled politely. "Thank you,

it on," Connor raised

clasp of

of her wanting to flee. Unfortunately,

me help." As he said this, he reached out to loop the necklace

close, unintentionally intimate. Camila was enveloped by his tall 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 and

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