Chapter 35

The smirk on Prescott's lips vanished, and his brows drew together. His expression turned so dark it was downright scary. "I'm making things hard for you? Camila, explain that. Exactly how am I making things hard for you?" His voice was tight, holding back the edge of fury. It was obvious-if Camila's answer didn't satisfy him, he might just lose it. That woman really couldn't go one minute without ruining everything. Things were going okay, really. The mood was actually kind of nice... until she had to open her mouth and wreck it all. Did she hate him that much? Was she really that desperate to get away from him? He shouldn't have shown any softness. This stubborn woman needed to learn her place. Camila lowered her lashes, hiding the flicker of fear in her eyes. But scared or not, she couldn't afford to dodge the question. After a few days being around him, she had a pretty good read on Prescott's temper. The guy was like a big predator cat-wild, controlling, and only calm when you fed