Free Caught on Camera by Kim Law Page A

hand, her flat palm facing him.
    “Whatever you’re thinking, just stop. I know your type. Just because I didn’t think you had enough integrity to truly give me a fair chance doesn’t mean I came over here to have sex with you, either. So get that absurd notion out of your head. I …” She jabbed a finger to her chest as her words continued to steamroll out of her. “ I came over hoping to somehow change your mind, no matter what I thought of you.”
    She tossed down her napkin and rose from her seat. “Now I believe you mentioned something about chocolate? Stupid as it is, after tasting the other food, I’m not about to leave this house before I at least get whatever amazing concoction is hidden behind that door.”
    Suddenly as cool as she’d just been riled, she tilted her nose in the air with a dignity that kept him quiet in his seat, and stated, “Don’t get up. I’ll get it.”

CHAPTER SIX

    A FTER ESCAPING TO the kitchen, Vega braced her hands on the counter and sucked in deep gulps of air. Her entire body shook with the anger coursing through her as she replayed the last few minutes through her mind.
    Of course JP hadn’t planned to hear her out. She’d known that as surely as she’d known she had zero business thinking she could play his game. Text-flirt, short skirt…who the heck had she been kidding? She’d never been good at games and clearly still wasn’t. That was, after all, why she was behind the camera instead of in front of it.
    With an audible groan, she flipped around and slumped against the counter, realizing she was far too tall to even appropriately slump. She yanked off both shoes and, with a guttural growl, had an arm raised to throw one across the room before she remembered what she had in her hands.
    Her absolute favorite pair of Alexander McQueens.
    How stupid would it be to not only chuck them across the room, but to do so because of another human being.
    Fire bathed her anew at the mere thought. Disgust battled to overpower the anger. She knew better than to trust. She absolutely knew better.
    Yet Mr. Charm-and-Smarm in there had somehow gotten under her skin at the golf course, and though he’d never actually encouraged her to trust him, she’d very much wanted to. She’d wanted him to be different. But what she didn’t understand was why.
    Gritting her teeth, she shook her shoes at the closed door separating her from the despicable man, and realized there was yet another emotion whirling around inside of her. Disappointment.
    Lowering her hands, she gently tossed the shoes to the throw rug stationed in front of the sink and slumped her shoulders. Then she faced facts.
    That achy spot widening behind her ribs was disappointment in the man who had invited her here for the sole purpose of sleeping with her. She had really thought he might be more than the playboy the rest of the world knew him to be. More than the sleazy, slimy politician she knew all of them were.
    She had wanted him to actually…what? See the real her? Care for her?
    Stupid!
    She yanked open the refrigerator to find two of the most awesome-looking dessert cups she’d ever seen. And yes, they were chocolate. At least something good would come of this evening. With barely a thought to the fact that if she was going to eat the dessert the man provided, she should at least take his out to him, she shoved the plastic covering from the top of one, rummaged around in a couple drawers until she found a spoon, then dug in.
    Oh, and did she find heaven.
    Man. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of the creamy mousse. Digging a little deeper, she found a rich chocolate cake. The quality of the ingredients was definitely as superior as the rest of the meal.
    Four quick bites later, she calmed down enough to open her eyes and face the real issue she’d been doing her best to ignore.
    She dipped the spoon in, swiped the deliciousness off with her tongue, and bobbed the curved end toward the door as if warding