Chapter 27

• Realising she was staring at him with what might appear to the casual observer to be longing, Camille lowered her gaze hurriedly. Theo had to be used to the stares, though most were probably not as objective or clinical as her own, because even she recognised he did have a sexual charisma that was off the scale—all a bit too obvious and in-your-face for her, but Camille could see why there was never any shortage of candidates, eager to satisfy his healthy libido.
• And his family were all meant to think she was one of them, that she was sleeping with him.
• That was the role she had agreed to play. The important thing, she told herself as she suppressed a childish impulse to announce a denial to the room, was that she knew the truth—did it actually matter that these people looked at her and saw another notch in his bedpost?