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“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I grind my teeth together. “Was it through our cell phones?” I ask, knowing that my father has done that in the past when he wanted to track down a rogue man who had taken off with a load of his cash.
His eyes narrow. “Perhaps.”
I walk away from him to go and check out the artwork, irritated when I glance back to find him following me. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to enjoy the artwork in peace,” I say, glaring daggers at him.
He doesn’t stop following. “No problem. I’ll just enjoy it with you.”
“The fact that you are even in the same room is stifling my enjoyment, let alone having you within a foot of me.”
Isiah smirks. “Don’t be so dramatic, love.”
“Don’t call me love, I don’t like it.”
“Does it look like I care what you like or not?”
I roll my eyes and focus my attention on the unusual artwork that seems to line the walls of this gallery. It’s not exactly classic art, but apparently Olivia is into the strange modern art.
“So, you like art?” Isiah asks.
I glare at him. “I like to enjoy art in silence.” I don’t mention that my favorite pastime is painting.
He laughs. “Come on, Bella, why don’t we put our differences aside and have a normal conversation?”
I sigh heavily. “This kind of art isn’t really my thing, no.”
“What kind of art do you like?”
“Classic, beautiful art like Da Vinci and Van Gogh.” My brow furrows as I stare at a maroon square painted on a red background, which is then painted on a maroon background. “Anyone could paint that,” I say.
Isiah chuckles. “I agree that this modern art doesn’t make any sense, at least not to me.”
For once, it’s weird that we are in accord with one another.
He suddenly grabs my hips, his touch sending a shot of fire through my veins, despite everything. “How about we get out of here?” he whispers into my ear, his tone dark and sinful, warning me that I shouldn’t agree.
And yet when I pull back and glance into his eyes, I feel an intense desire to agree.
“Where would we go?” I ask.
His eyes flicker with playfulness. “I’ll give you a real tour of the city.”
I can’t help but sink my teeth into my bottom lip as this man makes everything sound dirty, or perhaps it’s just my mind interpreting everything that way since we became intimate, despite my lack of consent. Despite all the warning bells going off in my mind, I nod my head, as if my body and mind are no longer in conjunction with one another.
He grabs my hand forcefully. “Come on then,” he says, leading me toward the exit of the art gallery.
One glance back at my aunt and I see she’s still entangled with that young guy, seemingly forgotten all about her niece she’s supposed to be cheering up on this trip.
Sighing heavily, I allow Isiah to lead me out into the busy streets of London. “Where are you taking me?” I ask.
He flags down a cab. “Number one rule of this tour, no questions.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You are very infuriating, did you know that?”
He opens the door to the cab. “I rather enjoy annoying you, love. Now get in.”
I grunt and slide into the back of the cab, smiling at the driver. “Hi,” I say.
