“I’ve already seen you naked,” he says wryly. “More than once, actually. You can do away with the pretense.”
I fight the blush on my cheeks as I ignore him and pull the sheet over my shoulders anyway. “I was drunk last night.”
He smirks. “You weren’t so drunk that you didn’t know what you were doing.”
I raise my eyes and glare at him. “Are you an authority on what happens inside my head now?”
He shrugs. “Your eyes give you away, Camila. And besides, I would never have f****d you if you were that drunk.”
“Right. Because you’re such a gentleman,” I say sarcastically.
His expression doesn’t change. “You can either pick a fight or come see your daughter,” he says grimly. “I don’t have time for both.”
Jo. I freeze instantly and stare at him. “You… you’re serious?”
“Oh my God,” I say, ju
