“Isabella,” he said, clearing his throat.

He had changed, no longer in suits but in jeans and a plain T-shirt that hugged his muscles and was especially tight in the chest area. His hair was down, covering his forehead and almost shielding his eyes. I've only seen him like this when he was home. I didn't know he went out like this. It made him look less intimidating, and… hotter.

I cleared my throat. “H-hi.”

He was the last person I wanted to see right now. I could still feel how wet I was, and my body was still tingling.

His eyes trailed over me, and they grew heated. It’s...