"Ah!!"
Camilla's beautiful eyes rounded in shock, and she only had time to let out a scream of alarm.
Sinclair pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her slim waist, which wasn't even a handful.
"This is nice," He leaned over slightly, bringing himself closer to Camilla.
"No need to cover up."
His deep and magnetic voice was accompanied by the scent of agarwood, making Camilla's heart suddenly start to race.
"No.....If you say no need to cover up then..."
Camilla, looking into those black eyes that seemed to be filled with amusement, started to panic.
She tried to stand up, to escape the man's embrace.
"We should go."
However, the man's arms were like a formidable wall, not only did she not manage to break free, but they were tightening even more.
A small smirk formed at the corner of Sinclair's mouth, the amusement in his eyes growing stronger.
"There's no rush."
