Camila's POV

"Name your price."

I smirked, leaning back into the leather seat like I owned it. Like I owned him. The thrill of those three words shot through me even as my stomach twisted with anxiety. This was exactly what I needed, but one wrong move and I'd blow it all.

"Wow, straight to business," I said, tapping my fingers against my knee to hide their trembling. "No foreplay with the great Lucien Hayes?"

His jaw tightened. "Don't waste my time, Sterling."

I tilted my head, ...