Chapter 207

After an intense round of passion, Camila had dozed off again. When she woke, she realized she was back in that familiar room at Prescott's estate. She figured he must've carried her back here. Just thinking about how clingy Prescott had been on the plane made her cheeks heat up-seriously, that guy didn't know the word "restraint," and clearly, she was starting to catch the same bug. Getting out of bed, she noticed her clothes had been changed. She was wearing a soft, comfy nightgown, and the faint scent of body wash clung to her skin. No prizes for guessing-Prescott must've bathed her. At this point, honestly, she couldn't even bring herself to feel embarrassed anymore. With him, this kind of thing was becoming the default. The room was silent. Not a soul in sight. Prescott must've had tons on his plate. That Royal cruise disaster wasn't a small matter-there were bound to be loads of loose ends to tie up. Camila frowned slightly. The accident was obviously man-made. It was going to se