Isabella’s pov

“Victor, this apartment is insane,” I said, stepping inside and kicking off my heels by the door.

The city lights blinked through the huge windows and the place smelled like leather and his cologne.

My heart was already racing from the drive over. After that barbecue I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

My pussy had stayed wet for days just remembering his words. Now here I was alone with him under the excuse of career advice.

He closed the door behind me with a soft click that sounded way too final. “Glad you like it Bella. Come sit. Want a drink?”

His voice rolled out deep and easy...