Free Cameron's Control (Novella #1): The Enthrall Sessions (Volume 4) by Vanessa Fewings, Louise Bohmer

Bentley convertible. We both went for casual, with me in jeans and a shirt and Mia in jeans too and a sweater she’d pulled from one of the suitcases that Richard had dropped off at my place earlier.
    The remnants of Mia’s life were stored away in boxes and several suitcases. They’d been left in the foyer for her to unpack later.
    She’d stared at them warily on the way out and I’d reassured her we’d find a place for all her things. I wanted her settle in as soon as possible. Having Mia feel at home was my priority. I loved sharing all I had with her.
    “Not sure my stuff goes with your stuff,” she said.
    “Well there’s always Goodwill.”
    “How about we get rid of your stuff and keep my stuff.”
    “And have my interior designer on my case? I don’t think so.”
    “Fire her.”
    “She’s a he. How about this as a viable option? I pull the car over and spank you again?”
    She twisted in her seat. “Will you always be this bossy?”
    “Yes.”
    “How many cars do you own?”
    I steered us onto Elevado Avenue. “I’ve lost count.”
    “That’s silly.”
    She’d yet to see my subterranean collection of vehicles beneath the house.
    “Not as silly as being gifted a BMW and giving it back.”
    She shifted to look at me. “Those were unusual circumstances.”
    “In what way?” But I knew.
    “It’s just that I’m without a car now.”
    “Deal’s off I’m afraid. Now all you’re getting is a 1999 beat up old Mini to replace your last one.”
    “That was a 2006.”
    “I should have paid more attention. Oh well.” I beamed at her.
    “Maybe I can borrow one of yours?”
    “As if.”
    “Then you’ll have to come with me to a car dealer.”
    “Choose a color.”
    “Really?” She squealed with delight and tugged on my shirtsleeve.
    It made me laugh.
    “We can’t buy a brand new one though,” she said. “A car loses its value as soon as you drive it off the lot. Like thousands.” She glanced over at me. “You probably know that.”
    “I’m sure we can work something out.”
    She giggled and slid down the seat.
    With a push of a button on the front screen, I said, “Call HQ.”
    Suri responded : “Calling HQ”.  
    “The house,” came Dominic’s gruff reply.
    “Dom, good morning. You’re on speaker. Mia’s in the car.”
    '“Good morning, Dr. Cole,” said Dominic. “Good morning, Mia. I trust you had a wonderful New Year?”
    “We did, thank you,” I said. “How was yours?”
    “Playful. Our bash at Chrysalis went without a hitch. You were missed, sir.”
    “Good to hear. Look, Dominic, I won’t keep you long. I want you to enjoy your day, but I have an issue.”
    “Consider it dealt with.”
    I smirked at his confidence. As a loyal friend and attorney and the man who stood in for me at Chrysalis when I couldn’t be there, he’d proven invaluable. “One word. Or should I say name.”
    “Go on.”
    I glanced over at Mia. “Carter.”
    “As in McKenzie Carter?” he said.
    “Afraid so.”
    Mia’s gaze rose to meet mine.
    “I see,” said Dominic.
    “No further contact,” I said. “That’s my stipulation.”
    “We’ll slam her with a restraining order.”
    “Let’s proceed delicately.”  
    “Delicately it is,” he said. “Plans for today, Cam?”
    “We’re visiting Henry in Venice. You?”
    “I have ponies to feed.” He chuckled. “All in a day’s work.”
    “Have fun.”
    “Well I’m here at your den of iniquity, so it’s a surety.”
    I laughed and pressed the screen to hang up. “Mia, you didn’t hear that last part.”
    She pressed her hand against her chest, her accent pure southern bell. “Why sir, I am shocked to my core. You’re the devil himself.”
    “Guess what?” I reached for her hand and kissed it.
    “What?”
    “We’re going to sleep together tonight,” I whispered it.
    Mia melted into her seat.

CHAPTER 9
     
     
    MY HAND FOUND its way back to her.
    It rested on her inner thigh then slid up her dress. Her silky