Camila’s POV
This was the first time I was entering his home office, and all I could see was dark. “My company is headquartered here.” He said when he looked at me. I had brought him his lunch, when he didn’t come out to eat lunch with me.
Thankfully, Zion Jr. wasn’t home today to ask me why Daddy was always busy. He was in his office, but he wasn’t working behind his desk.
He had the sleeve of his shirt rolled up to the elbows, and then the top three buttons of his shirt was undone. I could see the hint of those muscles he had been hiding there, and I swallowed hard. “Oh,” that was all I could say as I looked around at the furniture in the room, and the curtains and rug. “Well, huh. This place is very masculine.” I said.
He pushed a brow up as he looked at me. “Perhaps it needs a w
