“No, you can’t,” Isaac says with a hint of amusement in his tone.
My mortified eyes dart back to his. I really need to learn to stop babbling out loud. He finalizes doing up the last button on his light blue business shirt before he strides over and sits on the bed near me.
“I have a meeting I must attend this morning. Your dress was sent to the dry cleaners, but there are spare clothes your size in the wardrobe.” He gestures his hand to the hidden robe.
I cringe.I hope the clothes are cleaner than the panties I found in the drawer earlier.
“They’ve never been worn. Catherine purchased them specifically for you this morning.”
I freeze.Can he read my thoughts?
When he tilts closer to me, my sex tingles. I really wish I hadn’t drank so much yesterday. Not just so I could remember what happened, but so I could recall what his kisses taste like. Then I wouldn’t need to spend hours every day fantasizing about them.
“Stop looking so worried, Isabelle.” His minty breath settles the swirling in my stomach. “You wouldn’t have any doubts if I’d fucked you, no matter how many drinks you had.”
My eyebrows scrunch as my eyes bounce between his. “We didn’t have. . .” My words trail off, unable to articulate the word “sex.”
“No, we didn’t.”
“Why?”
Does he not find me attractive? Am I not his type?My eyes turn up to the mirror above the bed. Even though my hair is a mess and I have mascara smeared under my eyes, I’m still half-presentable. I’m not a complete wreck.
“I like my women. . . not comatose,” Isaac responds with a growl.
I gulp when he licks the tip of his thumb before he rubs it under my eyes, removing the smears of mascara plastered there.
Once the mess is cleared away, his gray eyes lift to mine.“You passed out within ten minutes of sitting in the back of my car.” He seems angry at my lack of control while drinking.
“I generally handle my liquor a lot better than I did last night, but I was drinking on an empty stomach.”
I grimace. Most people would happily use that as a reason for their inebriated state, but it is a weak excuse.
“And what would have happened if I didn’t arrive at that club when I did, Isabelle? What if it was another man who carried you into his apartment and undressed you?” His livid eyes wander over my face. “Do you think he would have slept next to you all night long, smelling your sexually enticing scent without touching an inch of your seductive curves and skin?”
The pulse in my neck strums when he leans in close to me and inhales an unashamed whiff. The fine hairs on my body prickle with attention as slickness forms between my legs.
“I could smell you all night long, but I couldn’t do a darn thing about it,” he breathes into my ear. “A lesser man wouldn’t have resisted.”
An undignified moan erupts from my lips just thinking about him sleeping in the same bed as me. When he pulls away from my neck, my eyes dart up to his. My breathing comes out in shallow pants as my body tingles.
Two years of training, Isabelle. Are you willing to throw everything away for one night in bed with this man?
Even though I should be screaming "no," the word "yes" is the first thing that pops into my brain.
"Ruthless, cunning, lawless," I chant over and over again in my head, willing myself out of a seriously dangerous situation.
Isaac removes himself from the bed to gather his suit jacket. “Hugo will return after dropping me off. He will take you home.” His voice is gruff, making me concerned I said my silent chant out loud.
“I can take myself home.”
After all, I'm a grown woman, although I may have acted like a child last night.
He nods before striding toward the double white wooden doors. Upon exiting, his head turns to face me. His eyes study my covered body before returning to my face.
“If you go out drinking with your friends again, only go to my clubs.” His tone is stern and unwavering.
With my shrewdness blinded by rampant horniness, I nod. His lips curl, seemingly pleased by my agreeing gesture before he exits the room.
