Chapter 10

Camela's POV

"Is there anything else you need me to do, Mr. Mitchell?" I asked

I was sitting at my desk bored for almost two hours. Whenever I asked if he needed anything, he would tell me no.

"No, everything is fine at the moment, and my name is Blake to you," He said

"I am sure there is something I can do," I said

"No, I am almost done here. In a minute, we can get some lunch. Are you hungry?" He asked

I was hungry but didn't want to complain. I had hardly done any work besides setting some appointments. I felt like I wasn't doing my job right.

"I'm not hungry," I said, and he looked over at me.

"You are lying. I know you are hungry," He said and then stood out of his chair and grabbed his suit jacket.

"Come on. It's time for lunch," He said and held his hand out for me to hold.

I hesitated for a minute but finally placed my hand in his, feeling tingles all over my hand where he touched. We walked to his private elevator and got in. Once we were on the ground floor, everyone watch