He nodded. “You’ve probably figured this out already, but I’m Adrien Kane. It’s nice to meet you, Miss Blake.”
Camila’s face flushed, and she wondered if her coloring would ever go back to normal. “Please, no need to be so formal,” she said quickly. “Camila is just fine.”
Adrien grinned. “Then, feel free to call me Adrien, Camila. Could I serve your coffee for you?”
Even feeling awkward, and a little shy for being in the same room as not one, but two really good-looking men, Camila wasn’t sure how to reply. Not that she got the chance to.
“I’m sure Camila can serve herself just fine,” Samuel said, shooting a resentful glare at Adrien. “I would like it if you hurried up and went wherever you got dressed up for, Adrien.”
Adrien didn’t look at all put out by Samuel’s words, but Camila couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. She didn’t know him that well, but from their brief encounter, she’d thought Samuel was…nice, if a bit stiff. But the way he was acting toward his charming brother was only making her feel even more awkward. She felt like he was being an asshole, but she couldn’t even speak up and say it, since this wasn’t her house. She was only a guest here.
The not-date went on, with each of them helping themselves to coffee and some pastries which had been served with it. There was some light conversation, with Adrien mostly taking the lead, Camila joining, and Samuel occasionally cutting in. Her impression of him only kept falling lower. And then, in the middle of speaking more about his work, Samuel was interrupted by the ring of his cell phone, and he got up as he pulled it out of his pocket.
“I need to take this, but I’ll only be a short moment,” he said, shooting a narrow-eyed look at Adrien.
Camila sighed, feeling as if the atmosphere had completely relaxed with him stepping outside.
“I’m really sorry about that,” Adrien said.
Camila looked up and met his eyes, and he had this apologetic smile on his face.
“Oh, no, there’s nothing for you to apologize for,” she said quickly.
“I feel like I should, still,” he said with a sigh. “I can tell that my brother doesn’t want me here. He clearly wants to be alone with you, but I don’t think I can do that.”
Camila frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”
The smile on his face relaxed a bit, became more joyful, and he leaned forward over the table. He couldn’t move that much closer because the table was also pretty wide, but Camila was still mesmerized by the move.
“Because I don’t find it fair that he should have you all to himself like he has some claim,” Adrien said. “I’m going to leave when he gets back, before things get too awkward, but I would like to ask you something first.”
Her heart was picking up again, and she couldn’t believe this was happening. No way. There’s just no way.
“Ask,” she said, her voice lowered to a whisper.
Adrien grinned. “Camila Blake, may I have the honor of taking you out to dinner some time? I can let big brother have his way today…but you should have the choice of who you want to spend time with, no? I promise to show you a good time.”
Camila bit down on her lip. They were practically doing this behind Samuel’s back, but it wasn’t like there was anything between them in the first place, so it was fine, right? Besides, how could she not be charmed by an invitation like that?
“I would like that,” she said, a small smile curving her lips, that Adrien returned with an even wider grin, and Camila could feel her heart skip a beat.