The door hadn't fully closed when he uttered my instructions. It wouldn't cut it today. Not after everything he’d said in our last conversation. All the questions he’d promised to answer. “No.” Turning his way, I leaned back against the table’s edge and regarded him with my bitchiest expression. “I have some questions for you. Answer them, and then I'll play.” “I've already said all I had to say. Wasn’t I clear enough outside?” He was annoyed by my reluctance to play his way. “Enough time has been wasted, and I'll need more than the remaining hour to get my fill of you.” I shook my head and arched a brow. “Again, no.” Camden ran a frustrated hand down his face. “Why are you being so difficult?” “Why are you evading this thing between us?” I countered, arms crossed over my chest. Was it such a bad thing to admit there was something happening between the two of us?
