Kevin's heart skipped a beat. What did Camila mean by that? Had she found out something? Seeing Camila stretch her legs like she was tired, he quickly stepped forward with a smile. "Mrs. Cortez, you must be exhausted from teaching all day. Let me massage your legs for you." He started kneading her smooth, plump thighs, his hands skilled from massaging his mom often.
Camila felt Kevin's fingers working magic on her legs, and it felt great. She smiled slightly. "What's this about? Are you hiding something from me? Why do you look so guilty?"
Kevin started sweating under her questioning. He wasn't sure how much she knew, so he tried to play it cool. "Mrs. Cortez, what do you mean? You know my daily routine. What could I possibly hide from you? Did someone say something?"
Seeing Kevin still trying to dodge the truth, but his anxious eyes giving him away, Camila snorted softly and forced a smile. "Why are you so sure someone said something? Who do you think it was, and why?"
