Just a little mistake

Camille's POV

I struggled with the dry cleaned suit, trying to find a way to fit it into the car without messing it up.

Gavriel would have my head.

My phone buzzed for the millionth time that day, and I rolled my eyes. I knew just who it was. The arrogant asshole of my boss who showed me the time of my life in Paris and decided he wanted to be a jerk afterward.

"Hi," I grunted into the device, shoving the suit into the car roughly. I was tired. It was barely one in the afternoon, and I had run enough errands to make me lose ten pounds.

"Where are you?" Gavriel's gruff voice filled my ears.

Oh crap, that was his pissed off voice. I tried to go over the list of things I was supposed to do that day. I had done them... Right?

"Picking up your laundry," I mumbled, bracing myself for whatever came next.

"I need you at the office in five minutes,"

My heart leapt in hope. Did he... Was he implying that he needed me? I had suffered the past few days without his touch, and he had bee