Chapter Twelve

Stephano

The very minute the door creaked open, Isabella stiffened in my lap. I swore under my breath, my grip tightening on her thighs as she gasped, scrambling off me. Her movements were uncoordinated, as she tugged her dress down.

I exhaled slowly, jaw clenched, as I yanked my zipper up. I had to maintain control.

Isabella huffed beside me, adjusting the hem of her dress with a glare before shooting an annoyed look toward the door. "Your damn employees don’t knock, Stephano," she muttered under her breath, smoothing her hair with sharp, irritated fingers.

I dragged a hand through my hair, still feeling the heat of her...