The tour

Camille's POV

"The jet is undergoing repairs," Gavriel said gruffly. We sat in the backseat of the car that was supposed to drive us to the airport, and he had just received a call.

"Oh, okay," I mumbled.

My ass was still sore from his lashes yesterday. It had been hot, but knowing he had done so with the sole purpose of disciplining me made me sulk.

I wished he had gone just a bit further. Like toying with my cunt with those fingers. Instead he had ignored me and he was just as withdrawn this morning.

"It will take a while," He said.

"I see," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on a little dog outside the car. Its owner had tied it to a fire hydrant on the road side and was busy chatting with her friends. Poor little thing.

"Camille," he called.

My nipples stiffened and I closed my eyes, annoyed. I shouldn't be so turned on by him. It was unfair that I was a mess whenever he was near and he sat right beside me, looking unfazed.

"Hmm?" I hummed, struggling to keep my focus on t