“Of course not!” Camilla could only say, “I’m so, so sorry. Whatever you ask, I’ll agree to it!”
She was ready to face any consequence.
Lambert asked, “Are you sure you can agree to anything?”
“As long as it doesn’t cross any moral lines or break the law, and it’s something I’m capable of, I’ll agree,” Camilla said.
“Oh, you’re definitely capable of this,” Lambert replied. “My demand is that you’re not allowed to avoid me anymore.”
“I…”
For Camilla, the request wasn’t difficult on its own. But she rejected it from the bottom of her heart. She wanted to stay away from Lambert. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him ever again.
Lambert continued, “Don’t avoid me. First demand: move back in with Catheleen.”
Camilla bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I don’t think… I can do that.”
“You can’t?”
Lambert took a step forward.
Startled, Camilla instinctively took a step back.
“Look up at me,” Lambert commanded.
His long-held position of authority gave him an imposing and commanding presence.
Camilla couldn’t help but raise her eyes, looking at him timidly.
Lambert sighed silently.
“I was the one who was taken advantage of,” he said. “And now I’m just making one small request, and you can’t even agree to that? What’s the alternative? Are you going to let me touch you back?”
Of course not!
She had touched Lambert’s abs. Was he suggesting he should touch hers? Setting aside the fact that she didn’t have abs, even if she did, she could never accept that kind of intimate contact with him.
“So, which is it? Are you going to accept my request, or…” Lambert’s voice dropped lower, “…are you going to let me touch you back?”
Camilla’s ears burned and her cheeks flushed red. She gripped the strap of her backpack so tightly her knuckles turned white.

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