Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I strengthen my stance, striving to portray that my body has no desire for him.
“I’m not sleeping with you—”
“I never said you would get any sleep.” My breathing shallows when he steps close to me. “Well, not for at least a few days.”
My eyes bounce between his as my throat works hard to swallow. I attempt a rebuttal, but I'm rendered speechless, my mouth only capable of gaping open before closing.
“Still trying to deny what your body wants?”
When he takes another step closer, my senses are engulfed by his intoxicating scent. Remaining quiet, he brushes his thumb over my top lip. A croaky moan vibrates my chest when he dips his thumb into my moist and hungry mouth.
Brazenly, I suck off the smears of pink cocktail from his thumb like I haven’t been fed in months. When his eyes darken from my frisky tease, I sway toward him, craving his body closer to me.
When I lose my footing in the process, his carved brows stitch.“How many drinks have you had tonight, Isabelle?”
Chomping on my bottom lip, I shrug.I stopped counting over an hour ago.
“How many drinks have you had?” he questions again, his voice sterner this time.
“A few,” I huff. “Who are you, my dad?”
“Are you drunk?”
My eyes shoot back to his as my lips curve into a playful grin. “Maybe a little.”
A husky groan tears from his throat when I hold my thumb and index finger an inch apart, indicating how drunk I think I am. I’ll be honest; an angry Isaac is as sexy-as-fuck.
“How are you getting home?” he asks, ignoring my playful taunt.
“I wasn’t planning on going home alone,” I joke, my intoxication making me more daring than normal. “But you just ruined my chances of finding a suitable companion for the night.”
I'm lying. I have a minimum three date rule to get into my panties. Well, I usually do. My strict rules are just null and void when it comes to Isaac Holt.
“I don’t play games, Isabelle, so if you’re attempting to make me jealous, you’re wasting your time.” His tone is blunt.
Ouch!That was a harsh sting to my ego.
I huff and skirt past him, eager to return to my friends so I can continue enjoying my weekend off. I chose this nightclub because I knew Isaac didn’t own it, but here I am, having my confidence slapped by the very man I was trying to avoid.
As I dart toward the door, a rush of dizziness causes me to lose my footing in my pretentiously high stiletto heels. Isaac grabs the top of my arms and steadies me before I stumble to the floor in my drunken state.
Shamelessly, I lean into his firm body to take in a deep whiff of his manly scent.
“You smell so good,” I slur. Obviously, the cocktail is hitting my bloodstream a lot quicker than I’d anticipated.
When he leans in close to my ear, the hairs on my neck prickle to attention.Oh god, I hope he is finally going to kiss me.
“Go and tell your friends you’re leaving. I’ll wait for you out front.”
My eyes snap to his, triggering a rush of queasiness to form in my stomach. “I can’t leave with you.”
I may be extremely tipsy, maybe very close to drunk, but I still know I can’t risk my career by leaving the club with him.
“It wasn’t a suggestion, Isabelle. Go and tell your friends you’re leaving and meet me at the front.”
Frozen in place, I watch Isaac move toward the office door, his strides long and effortless. He unlocks the door before turning around to face me. His beautiful features are constricted with anger.
“If you aren’t outside in five minutes, I’ll come and find you,” he advises me before strolling out into the hallway, not once glancing back in my direction.
