Page 15 of Sophia & Cameron
“You know very well what I’m talking about. Why are you trying to irritate me by flirting with every man who comes within spitting distance of you?”
She snickered, and the sound was like music to his ears despite the reason for her laughter. “I’m not flirting with every guy.”
“Yes, you are.”
Turning, Sophia crossed her arms and arched a brow. “Sounds like you’ve been spying on me.”
He took another step toward her. “It’s not spying if you’re doing it right in front of my face.”
“Am I?” she sang like she didn’t know exactly what she’d been doing.
Cameron crowded in on her, his face within inches of her own. The smug look on her face faded and desire flickered in her eyes. He could feel the warmth of her breath as she exhaled a sharp breath. When he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, she shivered. “When are you going to accept that there is something between us?”
Just like that, the desire faded, and her eyes narrowed. She placed both hands against his chest and gave him a little shove. “You’re so full of yourself, you know that? Maybe you need to accept that you’re not irresistible. Not every girl is going to fall at your feet and beg for you to take them on a date.” With that, she stormed away from him and headed for the house.
He wasn’t allowed to be in the house. His home was the wranglers’ cabin, and if Mateo got even a whiff that Cameron had a thing for Sophia, there was no telling what would happen. He hadn’t explicitly said that Cameron wasn’t allowed to date Sophia, but he didn’t seem like the kind of boss who would approve of such a thing.
There would be no chasing after Sophia. If she didn’t want to speak to him, all she had to do was hide away in her home.
He let out a growl. Cameron must have been a little crazy for thinking that being here with Sophia would give him a chance to win her over, because every time he interacted with her, it ended badly.
A huff of a sigh escaped his chest, and he turned back to the horse that Sophia had been brushing down. A chuckle filtered to him at his back. It was low and so completely full of amusement that it was impossible to ignore.
Cameron turned to face the intrusion, finding a man who couldn’t have looked more like Mateo if he’d tried. Clearly, they were brothers. The only difference was the lack of facial hair. Cameron grunted, turning his back on the man. “Did you need something?”
The man chuckled again. From what Cameron remembered, his name was either Roman or Marcus. They didn’t interact as much as Cameron interacted with Mateo, but that was to be expected since he was the boss.
When Sophia’s brother didn’t respond, Cameron paused and turned to face him. “What do you need?”
The man shrugged.
Cameron narrowed his eyes. “Look, if you want to say something, you might as well say it. I’m busy, and I don’t have time for someone who’s just going to hover.”
The man chuckled again. “All I was gonna say was not to take it personal.”
Arching a brow, Cameron stared at the guy expectantly.
“Sophia. She doesn’t date.”
“So I’ve heard,” Cameron muttered dryly.
“Yeah. Don’t let it bother you if she’s flirting with other guys. It’s not you. It’s her.”
“Why is that?” he asked. Sophia didn’t seem inclined to say anything to him about this. He had a feeling she would rather poke her eye out with a piece of straw than discuss how she felt about dating.
The guy shrugged again. “Beats me. All I know is that I’ve never seen a guy around here twice. If she goes out with you once, she’s done.”
Was that why she didn’t want to go on that second date? Had she been scared?
No. He refused to believe that. The way she had glared at him when she’d been dancing with that guy had made it clear she wasn’t happy with him. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what had happened. Not even her roommate had known.
To make matters worse, Darcy had refused to give him Sophia’s name and number. Five years wasted wondering what was going through her head and not being able to move past the feelings he’d already developed for her.
Yes. He was definitely a little crazy.
“Anyway, you might want to count yourself lucky.”
“How’s that?” Cameron said.
