“Stay here, Camille.”

He repeated it over and over like a chant. Camille felt slight goosebumps on her skin and resisted the urge to punch her boss in the stomach.

This was such an invasion of privacy that if it had been anyone else, she would have already thrown him over her shoulder and let his back slam painfully to the floor.

But this was Christian, so she couldn’t do anything rash right now.

“Sir, please,” she said as calmly as she could. “Let go of me, and I’ll help you get up. Please don’t be difficult.”

“Be quiet,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t leave just yet.”

Camille...