Claiming Camille

I swept my hands down my skirt, straightening any wrinkles, and took a deep breath before knocking on Mr. Dubois's door. I was about to knock again when the door swung open."e;May I help you?"e; A deep masculine voice with a delicious French accent asked. I looked up at the man towering over me and lost my speaking ability.I took in every inch of his body, his olive-colored skin, gunmetal-gray eye...