Jealous Gavriel

Gavriel's POV 

"What's next on my schedule?" 

I tugged at my tie once I slid into the backseat of my car. I was exhausted. Considering it was just a few minutes past twelve, I had a really long day ahead.  

I turned to Camille to see her tapping rapidly on her phone. Her golden hair was tied up in a bun, and while it made her look elegant, I preferred to see them spilling over her shoulders. 

I would also prefer that her little black dress would disappear, but that was a bit too much to ask. 

She bit her lip, frowning, and I realized then she hadn't heard my question.  

"Camille?" 

Big blue eyes blinked up at me in confusion.  

"What's next on my schedule?" 

"Oh yeah, right," she muttered, swiping at her phone's screen before whipping out