Page 19 of Heart on Ice

“It’s not healthy,” she argues.

“Look at you changing your tune now.” I raise a brow at her. Harper rolls her eyes at me. “I don’t need to date when I have Paradise.”

“Paradise is great to fulfill your needs, but don’t you want more?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m happy as I am.”

Harper nods. “Okay, I’ll stop pestering you about your love life.” She then goes on to sniff her arm pits. “Ew, I stink, I need a shower, and I need to call Meadow and fill her in on our newest client. Are we good?”

“I’ll let you know in a week,” I grumble.

Harper laughs and gives me a hug. “I’ll message you. Come over to my house later so we can all talk about what the plan is going forward.”

“Okay.”

6

ISABELLE

Harper texts me to let me know Meadow is on her way, and to head over to her place so we can start strategizing. I’ve been holed up in my bedroom for the past hour, not wanting to leave and run into Pierre. But I have no choice now.

I walk down to the guest bedroom and knock on the door.

“Harper messaged, we have to go,” I call out.

Nothing.

“Hey, did you hear me?” I call out, knocking on the door.

Nothing.

“Pierre, we have to go. We’re trying to save your fucking career.”

Still nothing.

He might have fallen asleep, he used to sleep like the dead and would always sleep through his million alarms. He did just fly in from Europe so he’s probably exhausted. My hand turns the doorknob, and I step into the spare bedroom and freeze.

Shit.

There, standing in all his naked glory running a towel through his hair, is Pierre.

Holy shit.

I blink a couple of times as I take him in, my eyes running over his large frame, across his tanned skin, the beads of water sliding down his broad chest through the dark hair down his pecs and across his six packed abs until it vanishes beneath the other towel which hangs low exposing the deep V of his hips.

He’s bulked out heaps since I last saw him naked.

What am I thinking?

No.

Don’t react. Please, you traitorous bitch of a body stop tingling. You are not turned on by this man. Pierre looks up, and a wide smile falls across his pouty lips. Lips that not so long ago touched mine in a kiss that I haven’t stopped thinking about. That I should never think about.

“Déjà vu, isn’t it? Just like the first time we met.” He smirks.

Thank goodness it’s Friday.I stomp up to my room after another exhausting day of school and throw my bag onto my bed, I walk into my bathroom to get ready to go meet my friends and scream.

“Who the hell are you?” I ask, staring at the near-naked boy in my bathroom. My eyes roam over his hard, lean body, my cheeks warming as I take in every hard muscle on display. My eyes drift further down to the deep V on his hips before they disappear into the towel hanging loosely. My eyes make their way up the naked body, and still when I see the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life, the square jaw, the dark hair, and the clearest blue eyes. He is gorgeous. Why is he in my bathroom?

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