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“Please, Isa. This would really help me out,” I say, softening my voice.
Her eyes search mine and her hands clench together in her lap. She closes those big eyes of hers again and then slowly opens them. Fuck. She’s so perfect. Part of me still wants to push her away, afraid I’ll tarnish her in some way. That my anger gets the best of me and I ruin her.
“Fine,” she agrees, her knuckles turning white from her hands clenching so tightly.
I can no longer hold back. I slowly place one of my hands over hers. This time she doesn’t pull away. She looks up at me from beneath her lashes and I have to use my self-control again to stop myself from kissing her.
“Just three dinners,” I assure her.
“Three dinners,” she repeats slowly.
I nod and run my thumb along hers before pulling my hand away.
“The first event is tomorrow night. I’ll send Bastian to get you. Be ready at six,” I state as I rise and walk out of her pathetic excuse for an apartment.
Her friend is standing outside the café downstairs. She’s patting my horse on the side. Apollo seems quite content with her.
“Trying to abduct my stallion?” I ask.
She laughs. “I’m fairly certain he would come willingly.”
She pauses and looks over at me. I sigh. She wants to ask questions.
Before I can stop her, she launches into them.
“What do you want with Isa?” she asks point-blank.
I groan. “Nothing. She needs something. I need something. It’s a simple business transaction.”
“Right,” she says, drawing out the last syllable.
“The reasons are between Isa and me. You should ask your friend, not me,” I state as I untie Apollo’s lead.
Elisha holds out her hand. “I don’t think we were properly introduced. I’m Elisha Johnson.”
I take her hand and shake it. She grips mine tightly in some kind of warning as she looks me up and down.
“I have a forty-five and a shovel,” she states. “Her parents wouldn’t hurt a fly, but I would.”
I like this woman and I like that Isa has a friend who is willing to stand by her side.
“Noted, Ms. Johnson,” I reply. “I sure hope you don’t need the shovel.”
“And the forty-five?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, if you think you need it for protection, far be it from me to deny you that,” I state.
She cocks her head to one side. “You’re an interesting man, Mr. Wellington. Not at all what I thought you’d be.”
“And what was that?” I ask as I mount my horse.
“A complete and total asshole,” she states matter-a-factly.
I smirk. “Maybe not acomplete and totalasshole.”
She smiles. “Perhaps.”
I tip my head toward her and tap my heel against Apollo’s side. “Let’s go home,” I say as my horse takes me back to my estate.
