“Hide away from anyone else, Luca, but not me. Never hide from me. And for Christ sakes, do not deny me the honor of being able to look at you.” I’m suddenly spun around in my chair, both of his strong masculine arms cage me in. God, he is undeniably handsome. With a slight amount of graying at his temples and slight specks of gray mixed in with his dark hair, he looks even more handsome than he did a decade ago. He has age lines that surround his eyes, yet his intense look still pierces deep into me. His body still calls to me. He is still toned and clearly still takes amazing care of himself in such a way that makes Heath look like a boy. There is no other way to put it, he’s an older gentleman who is drop dead sexy.

“You’ve been crying?” A finger gently swipes, skimming under my eye. My makeup is long gone, cried during my time with Mitch. Something about the way he’s looking at me makes me not care about appearance.

“I have but I’m fine now,” I simply say.

“Are you?” He stands tall, questioning what I say.

“Yes,” I lie.

“Well, at least one of us is fine then,” he replies, crossing his arms over his wide chest. Like the woman I am, I cannot help myself but to reach out and take a trip down memory lane, touching every inch of his body.  His chest is solid, muscles hidden under the white dress shirt he is wearing. My hands continue their exploration until they land on his dick that seems to be rock solid. I inhale in a ragged breath as I run my hand against his hardness, straining against the softness of his suit.

“Yes, you still make me hard just by looking at you,” he rasps out.

I merely whimper, squirming in my seat by his abrasiveness. “But, no games, Camden. This is my life, my business that we are going to discuss. Strictly business.” It’s obvious that I want my words bitter and angry, but at who? Him? No, I can’t be angry at him, not at all. He’s so big. So much larger everywhere than I remember. Especially the muscle in his body I know the best. God, I’m a mess. I’m a wicked, hopeless mess to even think about sex right now when my business could be tossed into the middle of the great lake outside my window.

“It’s a start, Luca, but you and I both know we will be discussing a hell of a lot more than business.” He turns, giving me a fine view of his rock hard, muscular ass.

Visions of my business sinking is all I can see.

“How did you find me?” I ask, straining to hold myself together and not fall apart from fear and worry.

He steps away, going to sit in the chair on the other side of my desk. I rotate my chair so I’m again facing him and place my folded hands on the table, trying to remain professional.

Whether he’s pondering my question or trying to come up with a lie, I have no idea until he answers with the last thing I ever would have thought about.

“Do you know how much of a coincidence it was, six months ago, when I happened to have the cockpit door open on my plane and I looked out to see the most beautiful woman who has graced so many of my dreams over the past ten years sitting in the very front seat of first class?” He raised his brow, looking at me, gauging my reaction.

“A coincidence indeed,” I say.

“There you were… after all these years, in the flesh. It wasn’t too hard from there to find out more about you. Your name right was right in front of me on the passenger list. Google is a splendid thing, Luca. I will say this, I’m very proud of you.” Camden winks at me.

God, how much does he know? Does he know everything? Does he only know about Heath? Does he even know about Heath or any of it? He can’t possibly know about my escorting. There isn’t a damn thing about me on google when it comes to that. It’s all kept very private for a reason.

“What do you mean?” I ask, tamping down my incredulity and curiosity that are getting the best of me.

“You’ve done exceptionally well for yourself. You’ve accomplished all of your dreams, haven’t you?” Somehow his proclamation doesn’t sound like he only means my billion dollar company. He knows about more that Heath. God damn it.

“I have, Camden. I’m still happily chasing my dreams. I never want them to end.” For some reason, I want to also say, there take that, fucker, but I don’t.

“Perhaps your resume and marketing strategy aren’t showing you in your best light, Luca.”

“Alright, Camden, damn it, enough. Spit it out. Just say what you want to say. Cut the bullshit.” I’m done with his beating around.

“You’re done with your weekend activities,” he says slowly, his voice low, almost a growl. His words send a jolt of absolute seriousness though my body making my spine lurch. Something is very wrong with this man and this situation.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I stand up, running my hands thought my hair which is already in complete disarray. Who the hell does this man think he is?

“You fucking heard me, Luca. You are done!”

His fierce bolt of control does not sit well with me at all. We’re standing, leaning slightly over the desk, both showing our assertion. Our mouths are so close to one another’s. It would take nothing for either one of us to fuse them together.

“So this is why you’re really here? It has absolutely nothing to do with business, with you wanting to use my firm. How dare you, Camden? You spent one weekend with me, ten years ago I might add, and now you think you have the right to storm into my office and tell me I have to give up what you so eloquently helped me achieve. Well, fuck you straight back to the land of fucking Oz, because there’s no way in hell I’ll give up what I love to do. Not for you or anyone else. Now get the hell out of my office.”

This man is insane. He needs a psychiatrist if he thinks he has the right to tell me what to do.

We study each other in silence for minutes, neither one budging.

“Camden, leave,” I whisper. “I’m none of your business.”

“What if I want to make you my business, Luca? What if I want to be the man I believe you need?” He paused for a moment, before continuing, his words softer, “And what if I want you to be the woman I’ve been searching for the last ten damn years.”

My stomach stirred to life with his admission. Dear god, what exactly is he saying? He wants to get to know me? Date me? Has he hit a mid-life crisis and suddenly realizes he could wind up alone for the rest of his life? I don’t understand. None of this makes any kind of sense to me at all.

“What are you saying, Camden? And how do you know I’m who you want?” Frozen stiff for a moment, I search deep into his eyes. My God, he’s serious.

“I know that when I spent time with you all those years ago that I never should have let you go. That’s all you need to know, Luca.”

All of my defense mechanisms tell me to slap him, hard, across the face.

“I want you and not in the way all those other men have wanted you. I want you to be mine. I want to show you the world and, by god woman, I want you to let me completely devour you. This?” He grabs my hand, shoving the ring he gave me in between the two of us. The diamond is glistening in the overhead light just as much as my unshed tears. “Means something to you. You wear it. Out of everything I know you have, you choose to wear the ring I gave you. If you can honestly stand here and tell me you haven’t thought of me every single time you’ve looked at this ring, I will walk.”

Camden’s pushing me. He knows he has me backed into a corner, yet he keeps pushing. I feel as if I’m plastered against the hard surface of a brick wall, unable to move.

“You can’t, can you?”

I merely shake my head. I’m scared of so many things. He cannot expect me to give it all up, can he? And what about this past weekend? Surely he knows about me being with his business partner if he knows about all the other men