Page 34 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“I’ll give you a private inspection later.” He winks seductively.
Gulping, I swallow the lump sitting in my throat.
When Isaac places his palm on my thigh, I nearly vault out of my chair. Smiling at my skittish response, his index finger traces a figure-eight design on my bare skin. His meekest touch keeps my mind absent of any thoughts not associated with him.
Although my body is screaming for him to shift his finger a few inches higher, never once does his touch switch to being disrespectful.
He doesn’t need to move his fingers, though. My imagination is wondrous. Images of his fingers running along my naked body, gripping, probing, and exploring me makes my daydream vividly graphic. It also proves without a doubt that sexual endorphins can overrule fear-inducing chemicals.
“You’re getting better with flying. You didn’t require nearly as much stimulation this time around,” Isaac says once the plane is no longer ascending.
Biting my bottom lip, I try to hide my smile. Forever diligent, Isaac notices the curve of my lips. His captivating eyes don’t falter from mine as he releases my bottom lip from my menacing teeth.
Tilting his head, he leans in intimately close to my neck. “Everything you just imagined, I’m going to do to your body tonight.”
My core tightens when he licks my earlobe.
Holy crap!
I need to reel back in my shrewdness. I can’t sleep with Isaac Holt. It’s not just my reputation I’m putting on the line by conversing with him, it’s also the impeccable reputation of my uncle, an impressive reputation that took him years to earn. My name is associated with his, and I can’t shroud it in controversy.
“I have a boyfriend,” I lie.
Isaac’s eyes missile to mine. His lips are thin, his gaze furious and unyielding. He scrapes his hand across his unshaven jaw as his eyes scan my face, studying me in silence.
“I can tell by your eyes you’re hiding something, Isabelle,” he snaps, his tone stern and clipped. “But it isn’t a boyfriend.”
I should have known he’d see through my deceit. Isaac has eyes that can see straight through to my soul.
That, in itself, is a terrifying notion.
CHAPTER18
Lurching, I sit up, causing a rush of giddiness to cluster in my stomach. My disoriented eyes dart around the lavishly decorated room I’ve awoken in.I really need to stop waking up in strange bedrooms.
When my eyes shoot down, I sigh when I discover I’m wearing not only a short-sleeve shirt but also my bra and panties. My panicked gaze rockets to the side of the room when I hear a toilet flushing.
My heart stops beating as I freeze in fear. The hinges on the white panel door creak while opening. Groaning, I slump back onto the soft down pillow when Harlow prances into the room.
“Sleeping beauty finally wakes.”
I grunt and throw my arm over my eyes to shelter them from the bright sunlight streaming through the thick, pleated curtains.
The king-size bed dips when Harlow sits on the edge. “Here, take these. They will help with your head,” she suggests.
Her voice makes me wince when it screeches through my eardrums before clustering in my thumping head. Peering out of my left eye only, I spot her holding a full bottle of pain medication in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. She has a broad grin stretched across her adorable face.
I scoot up the bed until I’m leaning on the plush black leather button-pressed headboard. Unscrewing the cap of the water, I swig down half the bottle with three headache tablets.
“Are you sure it was champagne in that bottle? My head is telling me a different story.”
I feel more hungover now than I did when I downed cocktails like soda water three months ago.
“Yes, it was only champagne.” She giggles. “But if you had mentioned you took Xanax, I’d have limited the number of glasses I allowed you to consume.”
“Oh.”Now my pounding headache makes sense.
“Yeah, oh. That’s the best blackout concoction I know of.” She grins and shakes her head.
