Page 5 of Unraveling an Enigma
“Here.” Brandon hands Alex the yellow envelope he’s been grasping for the past hour.
Roughly yanking open the envelope, Alex’s face morphs from angry to conniving. His lips curve into a high and illustrious full-toothed grin. When his gaze has finished its vigorous assessment of the photographs in the envelope, they glance at me peculiarly. Noticing my anxious gaze, Alex winks. His mouth makes a clicking noise in sync with his wink.
“You, come with me,” Alex demands with a crook of his finger.
“Me?” I ask, utterly confused.
He doesn’t grace me with a reply; he just strides out of the room even quicker than he arrived. I shadow him, my steps reluctant. Realizing he is standing in front of the interrogation room door, I nervously shake my head, advising him I can’t go in there. My stomach swirls as my palms slick with sweat.
“Remain quiet and follow my lead,” he instructs before swinging open the door.
“You have four minutes remaining.” Isaac’s seductive tone rumbles through to my core.
The instant I enter the room, the amused twinkle in Isaac’s narrowed gaze switches to irate. His well-structured mouth forms into a hard, firm line as his breathing shallows. I can barely contain my own breaths when he suddenly stands. Peering into his infuriated eyes, I realize the man standing across from me isn’t the man who made love to me this morning. He is the strikingly handsome shell of Isaac Holt, but he isn’t the Isaac I fell in love with.
This is the first time I’ve seen Isaac since he was arrested. For the past two hours, I’ve been relentlessly trying to pry information out of the agents surrounding me. They’re just as baffled as I am by Isaac’s sudden arrest. I’ve only been a part of Alex’s team for six months, but I’ve not discovered one shred of information that corroborates his FBI file. Nothing he has done the past six months would warrant him being arrested.
In silence, I try to relay to Isaac that not everything is as it seems. There is a whole heap of gray no one pays any attention to, but although his beautiful eyes appear to be staring straight at me, they're looking through me.
“Sit down.” Alex glares at Isaac. His top lip curls into a snarl as he strengthens his stance, trying to show Isaac he isn’t intimidated by his notable stature.
After shifting his head to the side, Isaac’s entrancing eyes roam down my body. My skin prickles as my knees pull together. My heart stops galloping when his nostrils flare as he inhales a large whiff.Is he mocking me?
“Can you smell that?” Isaac asks, his voice rugged. “That is the smell of fear, baby.”
His slitted eyes flick to Alex before he does another vast sniff. He then produces the most wickedly evil smile, making my panties moist and my heart palpitate faster.There is definitely something wrong with me.Isaac is showing his obvious anger, but my body shudders with excitement from his commanding posture.
“The only one who should be afraid, is you, Mr. Holt,” Alex remarks, his voice confident.
I remain quiet, unable to speak through a mind muddled with both confusion and rampant horniness. Isaac’s authoritative eyes never once leave mine until Alex slides the envelope he is clutching in his hand across the stainless steel table. It stops at the very edge of the table, narrowly missing sliding off and tumbling onto the floor. Isaac’s eyes snap down to the envelope before raising them back to glare at Alex. His hand doesn’t shoot out to grasp it, and his body gives no outward appearance that he is interested in what is concealed within.
Isaac quirks one of his brows high into his hairline. “Your ten minutes is up.”
Alex remains stagnant when Isaac removes his suit jacket from the tabletop and places it on. His movements are effortless, yet commanding. Once he has the three buttons secured, his eyes lift to me. He assesses my face with precise dedication. His gaze is captivating, and it renders me motionless.
My heart slithers into my gut when he mutters, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Isabelle.”
Unable to speak since I’m too busy begging my eyes not to let my tears fall, I nod.
Alex’s gaze darts between Isaac and me as a mask of confusion slips over his face. “You’re not even going to look at what’s in the envelope?” His tone relays his apprehension.
Isaac lips crimp before he shakes his head. “You have nothing on me, as I always ensure my hands are thoroughly cleaned.”
Alex only groans for a nanosecond, but it is long enough for Isaac to hear. Noticing Alex’s frustration, Isaac smiles before heading to the door I'm standing next to.
Instinctively, my hand shoots out to seize his wrist before he can leave the room. A jolt of electricity runs up my arm. Isaac’s quick strides halt as his head swivels to face me. Even though his narrowed gaze reflects his anger, I see the hurt he is masking with his furious composure.
Before any words can escape my lips, I am interrupted by Alex. “I highly suggest you don’t leave town.”
“This is my town. If anyone is leaving, it won’t be me.” Isaac’s entrancing eyes bore into mine.
With that, he leaves the room, not once glancing back in my direction.
Isabelle
Afrigid breeze shivers through my body, causing goose bumps to form on my nape. Adjusting my satchel on my shoulder, I continue to weave through the dense foot traffic on the sidewalk. Although the torrential downpour has thinned out the usually jam-packed sidewalks, there are still a lot of people scampering by.
Most, unlike me, were smart enough to pack an umbrella when they heard the forecast of rain this morning. My morning was spent in a lust-riddled Isaac Holt phase; the weather the last thing occupying my mind when I left my apartment.
