The party had been as boring as she expected. Roger was chatting up some investors and flirting with models all while Camille was on his arm. She had wandered off to the balcony to get some fresh air and now looked out at the city around her."
"Excuse me ma'am would you like a....Camille? She turned abruptly and recognizing the man gasped in shock.
"James?" It had been two years since Bolivia, since she and James had shared that kiss. They had been thrown together by mutual interests; their mutual desire for **** and the pain of loss had made them into more. Still, she had failed to free that injured soul and she had left him in that car as she walked away forever. And now here he was again.
"It's been a while Camille."
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