Chapter 5

• - Good afternoon, Caroline. You look lovely.
• Your voice and your accent will always make me dizzy.
• - Good afternoon, Cam. Thanks, you look nice.
• He smiles and kisses my cheek. My cheeks burn with embarrassment and my whole body burns. His mouth is warm and very soft. He looks at me intensely after the kiss and opens the door for me. I thank him and look ahead. Suddenly I see Marcio looking at me from across the street and I have a startle. He's disguised, but I know it's him, I know him well.
• What's he doing here? I freeze and start shaking with fear. Cam notices and approaches me, holding my hand gently, and says:
• - Are you all right? Are you shaking, Caroline, what happened?
• I look into his eyes, shaking even more, and a tear escapes me as I say:
• - It's nothing, please, let's have lunch.
• I smile crookedly at him, who leads me into the car and drives on.
• - Is everything really OK?
• - Yes, I'm sorry about anything.
• I smile, not funny, and take a deep breath. Now I'm really screwed. I'm scared to death of Marcio, he might think I was cheating on him. What could he possibly try with me?
• I'm afraid, I know I shouldn't be, but I am. Could Marcio try something because he thinks I was cheating on him? I hope not.
• Cam looks at me sideways every minute, he must be thinking a whirlwind of things, but I don't want to talk about my personal life with him. It's none of Cam's business, and it's a bit annoying talking about our lives to our boss. Yes, my boss, handsome and intimidating.
• After half an hour in silence, we arrive at the beautiful, chic restaurant. He opens the car door for me and then guides me to the entrance. As we enter, I look around and see many people watching us. I hate being the centre of attention, even more in a place like this, but I have to try to stay calm.
• We sit down at the table he reserved and he orders the best wine in the restaurant. He looks at me, smiling crookedly. The smile that makes me dizzy and lost in thought.
• - Is that really all right, Caroline? Don't you want to talk about it?
• I looked at him, admiring his beauty. There's no denying that he's gorgeous, and those eyes? Wow, they're penetrating eyes.
• - Yes, I'm fine. I'm curious to know how my work is going to be, if you don't mind.
• I change the subject in a polite way. I look away and fix my hair, which is loose. I cross my legs and look back at him, who is watching me intently.
• - Sure, well... you will work for me from seven to seven. With an hour and a half lunch. I suggest you have lunch at my company. There is a restaurant there and I can guarantee you it will be to your liking. On Saturdays, your working hours will be from seven to eleven. Sunday is your day off. Any questions?
• I sigh and say embarrassed.
• - No questions at all. I mean, actually there is one thing. I forgot to mention on my resume that I'm in medical school and have classes during the week from six to ten at night. I can't be late for college. So, would it be possible for me to be released at five in the afternoon? If need be, I will arrive at six o'clock sharp at your company.
• Cam looks at me, thoughtful. His gaze is serious and I am even afraid of what he might say to me. Thank God the wine arrives and the waiter serves us.
• Cam doesn't even ask what I want and instead orders an Italian dish: capeletti in béchamel sauce.
• He looks at me, after we are alone again.
• - Well, I only ask you to be on time, Caroline, because I hate being late.
• - I won't be late, Sir, I promise.
• - I hope you don't mind my ordering our food. I just remembered I have an appointment in half an hour.
• - I completely understand, you have appointments, of course.
• I speak too fast, Cam is angry, I know he is. But I simply forgot to mention college, how dumb I am sometimes.