Chapter 25 Grade A Asshole I

• Friday came sooner than Calvin wanted. So far, Camilla hadn’t bothered him all week, and he was grateful for that. The moment his door opened, that gratitude flew out of it. Camilla waved. Today, she wasn’t in a pencil skirt but a suit. Shutting the door with her foot, she catwalked to his door.
• Calvin stretched his hand to her. “Eggs.”
• “Come on, I just got here. Let me sit first,” Camilla told him. Yeah, she didn’t have the eggs. “Well, can I sit now, Vinny? Last—”