40: Seriously Doing That?

Camilla "What are you doing in my house?" I asked Drake, looking fixedly at him. Our call was about ten or fifteen minutes ago if I wasn't mistaken. Now, he had just popped up here. This man! Drake held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Relax, Camilla. I didn't come to see you. Lewis called me over to talk about some business stuff." I frowned. "Why didn't he call you himself?" "He did, but I couldn't reach him when I got here. Can you call him for me?" Drake asked, pulling out his phone and handing it to me. "Are you trying to make fun of me?" I asked him. "Why would I make fun of a beautiful woman like you?" He replied, grinning. I eyed the phone warily but made no move to take it. Instead, I turned my attention back to the TV, ignoring Drake's presence. He sighed, setting the phone down on the coffee table before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to me. Before I could react, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. "What are you do