Camela's POV
Blake fixed my skirt, then stood with my panties in his hand and put them in his pocket.
"What are you doing? Those are mine," I said
"They were yours, but I think I will hold onto them from now on," he said and kissed me passionately.
I had forgotten someone was at the door until I heard them knock again. Blake groaned in annoyance. I sat at my desk, and Blake walked to his desk.
"Come in," Blake said once he sat in his seat and the door opened.
"I am sorry to disturb you, but your Uncle Charles is here. He said he has something important to speak to you about," Ciara said as she walked inside.
"You could have called the office phone and told me that. You didn't have to knock on my door and disturb me," Blake said, annoyed.
"I did three times, but you didn't answer,
