Page 8 of Square Deal

That bastard drank my fucking champagne.

He grinned, flashing a pearly white smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. I couldn't decide if he was devilishly handsome or just the devil.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, waving his hand toward my blouse. “I thought it would take more convincing before I got you to take your clothes off. But if you’re ready, then be my guest.”

I looked down to find the top of my bra cup peeking out. The neckline was dangerously close to spilling off my shoulder. The hem was askew, popping out of my skirt. I righted myself and made my blouse presentable.

“Tsk, tsk,” Isaac mocked and shook his head. “And here I was, thinking you were gonna take me up on my offer to blow your mind.”

I huffed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “So help me God, if you do not leave my office in three seconds, I am going to lose my shit.”

“I’d pay big money to see that.”

“If you’re paying me for anything, it’s to replace that bottle of champagne youstoleout of my desk,” I snapped. “And do I even want to know how you got back here? Guest key cards don’t work on these doors.”

He pointed at the other side of my computer monitor to a bottle of Dom Pérignon that was presented in an ice bucket—just how room service always arranged it.

I didn’t even want to know what the upcharges to his room were going to be to cover fetching a bottle of Dom for him at this time of night.

“How ‘bout this,” Isaac said, clapping his hands together as he put his feet on the ground and leaned forward. “Why don’t you put your fighting words away and have a drink with me?”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” I said, walking to the coat rack to grab my purse.

Isaac shrugged. “I’d rather fuck you.”

Oh, he was asking for a legendary haranguing.“Get this through your brain,” I snapped, spinning on my heels to face him. “You have done nothing but make my job harder for the last twenty-four hours. Is your head really that far up your ass? There’s no way you’re actually delusional enough to think I wouldeversleep with a womanizing misogynist like you.”

Isaac popped the champagne and poured a glass. He offered it to me first. When I stared at him like the moron he was, he took a sip and gave the bottle a look of approval. “See, you say that, but you don’t actually know me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know enough.”

“You sound just like Maddie did with Luca, and look how well that turned out,” he said with a laugh.

“You weren’t there when shit hit the fan.”

His jaw set in a hard line and he nodded. “You’re right. I wasn’t here. I flew to New York City to catch Maddie before she made a mistake and left my boy just because of something some cunt did.”

My jaw dropped. “You did not just use that word.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What word?” he asked casually. “Cunt? What would you call the two women who tried to break up our two best friends? Because I would call them cunts.”

“You’re incorrigible,” I gasped.

He just shrugged casually. “And you still haven’t removed that stick up your ass. That can’t be comfortable.”

“And you’re still in my office. I’m sure Steve and Chase would call it breaking and entering. Should I give them a call?”

He grinned, and it sent a zip of electricity dancing down my spine.

Isaac stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. “There was no breaking, Princess. Only entering. It would be trespassing at most. Plus, I have a room in your fine inn. All I have to say is that I got lost.”

He handed me the glass of champagne. When I didn’t dare take a sip, he took it back.

“You think I'd slip something in a lady’s drink like a pathetic scumbag who can’t get himself laid?” He took a sip from the glass and handed it back.

So, it wasn’t poisoned. Lucky me.

I would be a fool to turn down a perfectly good bottle of Dom, right?

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