Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“Um, sure.” The other woman gave her a curious look as Isa handed over her credit card. “Do you want me to bring this back to your table?”
“No!”
The other woman jumped. Shoot. She was acting like a crazy person.
“No, please just do it and bring it back to me here. I have to go pee.”
And she didn’t need to know that. But Isa headed to the restroom, did her business, then returned to find their server standing there with her card and receipt.
“Thanks!” She grabbed them both, tucking them into her handbag before rushing back to Remy.
He eyed her curiously. “Everything all right, baby?”
“Uh, yeah. All good.” She sat down, nearly falling off the side of her chair.
“Careful. Shall we go? I’ll just get the bill.”
“No need for that.”
“No? And why would that be?” he asked in a low drawl.
She swallowed heavily. “Because it’s already been paid.”
Isa had a feeling that she was in trouble right now.
You knew you were going to be.
“And who paid it, baby?” His voice was so gentle, but her danger alert level was on high.
It couldn’t go any higher.
It was going to blow.
“Me.”
“Hmm. That’s what I thought you were going to say. Didn’t we have a conversation about this?”
“Um, yes.”
“And what did I say?”
“Well, if you can’t remember, I don’t want to remind you,” she said.
“Isabelle?”
“Yes?”
“You’re in trouble, young lady.”
The alarm was blaring.
Alert. Alert.
Danger!
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“I really don’t think that paying the bill should get me in that much trouble,” she grumbled as he led her out of the restaurant.
His hand was big and firm around hers.
Warm and dry.
And she couldn’t help but think of him touching her in other places.
Jeez.
“Wonder if everything is big.”
He stilled in the middle of the parking lot and stared down at her. “It is.”
Isa groaned. She said that out loud too? “Why am I always talking about sex?”
“Maybe because you’re always thinking about it?”
“I’m not! Or at least I wasn’t.”
“Does the idea of being spanked turn you on? Or submitting to me?”
Wait. Was he for real right now?
“We are not having this conversation here.”
“So, in my truck, then?”
“No! We aren’t having this conversation anywhere!”
“Oh, we definitely are having a conversation. About how you think it’s all right to sneak around behind my back and pay for things.”
“You’re acting like I’ve committed murder or something. I owed you. I pay.”
He turned her toward him, his hands on her hips drawing her against him. “I’m the man. Do you know what that means?”
Not really.
She was too busy trying not to melt into a puddle at his feet. Damn, the man had muscles on muscles.
Isa ran her hand over his chest. Hmm, she wouldn’t mind snuggling against this chest. She could sleep on top of this chest, it was so wide.
“Isa? Isa!”
A shiver ran through her.
“Shit. You’re cold.”
“I never feel the cold.” Well, she didn’t used to. Lately, she’d been feeling it more.
He took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders.
“Such a gentleman,” she teased. But on the inside, she felt cherished and treasured.
Precious.
It was an addictive feeling.
Even though she hadn’t really been cold.
“Come on, let’s get you in the truck.”
At least her ‘chill’ had distracted him from the lecture she knew was coming her way. For a while anyway.
As they started walking toward his truck again, she glanced over and saw several people standing several vehicles over, talking.
“Shit!” she whispered and ducked behind Remy.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked.
“My boss,” she explained. “He’s over there.”
“Your boss? Is there a reason why you’re hiding from him?”
“Yeah, because I don’t want to see him. Do you think you can hide me while we get to your truck?”
“Yes, I do. Then you can tell me why you’re hiding from him.”
Well, shit.
There was a slim-built, dark-haired woman standing next to Shawn. He had his arm wrapped around her.
Wait. Was Shawn married? Or involved with someone?
And he watched Isa like . . . like he was imagining her naked?
Gross.
Then Remy moved, keeping her shielded. He drew her over to the passenger side of his truck. Opening the door, he lifted her in and then buckled the seatbelt. Just like he’d done when he picked her up.
She felt herself blushing. Loki did things like that, of course. But she wasn’t used to anyone else picking her up and buckling her into their vehicles.
He even tested the belt to make sure it was working properly. Then he walked around the front of the truck and got in. When they were headed out of town, he reached over and placed his hand over hers.
Shoot. She hadn’t realized she’d been wringing her hands together. He took her hand in his, then drew it over to his thigh.
Damn, that was a hard thigh. Thick and solid.
She gulped.
“Tell me why you were hiding from your boss.”
Crap. Maybe she should have just pretended that she hadn’t seen him. That would have been a better play.