CAMILLA'S POV
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I stand in the suite's door, staring at Jared as he stares at back at me with a genuine caring look. "Good night, Jared." I nod, but he doesn't say it back. He doesn't say or do anything as I close the door in his face. A big part of me doesn't want anything to do with him, but there's a small part of me, probably the sane part of my brain that is grateful for him for trying to help me, but I'm also wary of his reasoning to look around this hotel. It's a pretty big hotel, one that he would be able to do things under the table.
This place has many employees, I doubt that he was really looking for my blouse. There was no bags, no clothing and no indication that any clothes would be there, but he was stuck in that room, looking for something and it's funny how when I left
