Page 44 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“I don’t conversesexuallywith drunk women,” he clarifies, his unyielding eyes relaying his intentions.
Oh. My. God.
My pupils widen as a strong urge of desire runs through my body. The sexual charge between us is so strong, it crackles in the air.
My hand trembles when I accept the plate of tiramisu from the waitress, shamelessly exposing my arousal to Isaac’s statement. Sensing my excitement, Isaac places his open palm on my bare thigh. His touch sends a jolt of pleasure to my throbbing sex. Now tiramisu is the last thing on my mind.
“Are you not hungry?” Isaac questions a short time later, eyeing my untouched dessert.
Brazenly, I reply, “I’m hungry, just not for food.”
In a two-minute lusty haze, I’ve gone from being seated in the restaurant to sitting in the passenger seat of Isaac’s car. I think I murmured a goodbye to Cormack and Harlow, but my body is coiled so tight, I’ve lost the ability to focus on anything but the incredibly alluring man seated next to me.
It has been over a year since I’ve had sexual contact with a man. It’s been so long because my last bed partner squelched most of my desire. His ruggedly handsome face didn’t quite match the rest of his body—his body hair was vast, thick, and stunk like a wet dog. Our two-minute tumble in his bed didn’t create half of the spark I get from one glance of Isaac’s entrancing eyes.
I’d only just finished unlatching my bra when the whole event was over. He murmured it was the greatest sex he’d ever had, rolled onto his side, then spent the five minutes it took for me to gather my clothing off the floor and dart out of his house snoring. From that day, I’ve been apprehensive about dating until I met Isaac.
Isaac curses under his breath when a cell phone shrills through the silence of his car. The monitor on his dashboard announces he has an incoming call from Hugo.
“What?” Isaac greets, his annoyance for the interruption heard in his tone.
“Sorry for the intrusion, boss, but we have a problem with 57.” Hugo’s tone conveys his genuine regret for the interruption.
“Send Patrick,” Isaac snaps.
“I can’t. He’s away with his kids this weekend.”
Isaac’s eyes turn from the road to me. “What kind of problem?”
“The manager was vague, but he said he has some issues with a staff member issuing free drinks to his friends.”
“Why the fuck can’t the manager handle this type of situation?” Isaac interrupts, his tone stern.
His grip on the steering wheel tightens as the conversation continues. Hugo remains quiet. His ragged breaths shrilling down the line is the only reason I know he hasn’t hung up.
“It’s okay,” I assure when I see the indecisiveness in Isaac’s gaze.
“Oh, hey, Isabelle,” Hugo greets, his tone cheeky.
My lips curve into a smile over the fact Hugo can recognize my voice from only hearing me speak two simple words.
“Hi.” I bite my bottom lip.
“I’ll take care of it,” Isaac informs him before disconnecting the call without giving Hugo a chance to reply.
He leans over and frees my lip from my teeth. “Five minutes tops, and I’ll be biting that lip.”
Unable to speak through my parched mouth, I nod.
I’ve been waiting over five months, so what’s another five minutes?
CHAPTER22
Isaac’s nightclub is located a few blocks over from the Italian restaurant where we were having dinner. It’s a stylish looking club that screams sex and sensuality. That saying really does work—sex does sell, and Isaac is using it to his full advantage in his nightclubs. The club is packed with patrons, and the line to get in goes all the way down the block and around the corner. Upon entering the manager’s office of his nightclub named 57, Isaac’s eyes assess the room.
There are four people seated in the impressively large manager’s office. Two male faces appear petrified, one male is smirking broadly, while the only other female in the room is glaring at Isaac’s hand wrapped around mine.
“You’re both fired,” Isaac informs them, pointing to the gentleman with shoulder-length blond hair whose name-tag says ‘manager,’ and to a twenty-something-year-old male staff member.
