"So are we going to just sit here and keep staring at each other like shy teenagers, or are we going to order something to eat?" Camila said, her nails drumming on the table. She would rather be somewhere else. But, well, because of his threats, she had no choice… does she?

But Antonio just kept looking at her, no usual smirk this time. His eyes hadn't left her since she walked in.

Her hair... Her blue eyes... Every inch of her was being observed, and it was making her skin ...