CHAPTER 5
Now would be the time to check those questionnaire answers, Camille thought, studying her reflection in the restaurant’s bathroom mirror as she reapplied her Chapstick. What if Wyatt was into kinky stuff?
Or worse, what if he wasn’t interesting at all?
She popped the plastic top back on her Chapstick and tossed it in her purse, fingertips brushing the edge of her phone. It would take less than a minute, she thought. Less than a minute and she would know what she was in for.
Camille watched herself grimace. It wasn’t a pretty look, which only made her scowl. Since when did she ever go to a meeting unprepared? When had she ever turned down an opportunity to peek at her competition’s proposals? Never, of course. Knowledge was power.
But knowing what Wyatt wanted from her? It fe
