The man in the doorway waded into the dark of the office with a narrow, clean-shaven face and misty green eyes. His pale complexion was born of too much time spent locked away indoors. He couldn’t have been more than a few years older than her. His thick, black hair caught the luster of neon lights outside.
His lips slid over perfectly white teeth and the most languid voice flowed forth.
“What are you doing here?”
Camilla’s tongue twisted itself in knots as she grasped for a legitimate excuse, but none came to mind.