My Angel Baby

Chapter Twenty Four

*Cameron*

He looked completely different with his hair down. It came to just below his shoulder and I couldn't say it wasn't doing it for me. It totally was. He looked handsome and the wet strands waved a little framing his face to perfection. Not many men could pull off this look but Sia...he nailed it.

And it was completely distracting me from the conversation.

He sat there slowly drinking the coffee I made him, waiting for me to keep going. But I was already at a loss for words of what I was going to say. Seeing him like this, completely relaxed, hair down, looking fresh from a shower, sitting at my kitchen table as if he completely belonged here. It was sort of messing with my head.

Skirting my eyes from his good looks and alluring aura I clear my throat and take a sip from my own mug. And I start again trying to get my mind to focus. Definitely don't need to remember what his gorgeous body, hands, and mouth could do to mine. Definitely not.

"So, about the rules..." I start out only for anxiety and nervousness to cause me to hesitate.

He sits there patiently, looking straight into my eyes when I finally decide to look back at him. How was I expected to go through with this if I couldn't even look him dead in the eye and just say what I wanted to say for the rules of our agreement? This was ridiculous. Rolling my eyes I take a deep breath and just go for it.

"If we're going to do this, then we both have to keep it strictly physical. This is just to help me out for when my cycles hit during the months."

He quirks an eyebrow at that statement, looking to me, then down at himself and then all around my apartment. Again I roll my eyes.

"This time was a fluke. It's been months since I've had any physical contact and lets just say I was sex deprived, alright."

"Got it." He nods his head, taking another sip.

"Rule number one: We keep it physical only."

"You already said that."

"I'm saying it again." I nearly snap, my patience running thin. "Rule two: Absolutely no one can know what we're doing."

"Including Tristan?" He leans forward on his arms, with a slight frown.

"Especially Tristan. He already has enough on his plate with what happened and growing a human being inside him. He doesn't need to worry about us and our...situation."

He sighs and leans back against the chair. "Agreed."

Nodding my head I continue. "Rule three: We don't change how we are with each other around others we know."

"Elaborate, please." His brows furrow just a bit again.

"At work and other social events filled with people or even one person we know we both act how we always act around each other as normal. That we hate each other." I fold my hands together in front of my coffee cup knowing that was the best option for us to keep up this charade.

He mimics my action and stares right at me with a look that was smoldering hot that only got my skin bothered and my heart racing again. My hands begin to sweat as he continues to give me that look.

"I don't hate you though. I never did, so how do you expect to do that?" he asks softly.

Swallowing hard, I clear my throat. "O-Okay, then dislike. Our attitudes towards each other can't just drastically change overnight, Sia. That would only demand unwanted attention that brings unwanted answers to unwanted questions." I couldn't help but whisper.