“Right, right.” I nod, “Where should I be?” I ask, pushing her buttons some more because I like the outcome everytime.

“Ugh, what time does Karla get off school?”

“Four pm,” I retort instantly.

Camilla nods, taking a quick glance at her wrist watch before glaring at me with a threatening expression. The very one that has made so many strong men cower but I wave it off, pretending it doesn't affect me because I know she's harmless to me. “So,” She begins. “What is your ass ...