Page 45 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
The manager attempts a remark, but the instant Isaac’s livid eyes land on his, his mouth etches into a thin, straight line.
“If you can’t handle a situation like this in-house, then you’re not management material for my clubs,” Isaac snaps.
“You.” Isaac glares into the eyes of the employee caught stealing from him, “Will pay for any drinks you gave to your friends before you leave here tonight.”
The employee’s throat works hard to swallow as he nods.
“And if you ever step foot in any of my clubs again—”
“I won’t,” interrupts the employee, his short reply incapable of hiding his fear.
Isaac turns to face a brute of a man with a shaved head who is standing at the side of the room. He is massive. His bicep alone would be bigger than my head.
“Make sure he pays his bill before he leaves and be sure to add averygenerous tip on his account for the bar staff.”
The bouncer smiles while nodding. He heads for the employee, yanking him out of the chair he’s sitting in by the scruff of his collar before dragging him out the door. Isaac relinquishes my hand and heads for the mahogany desk. His strides are effortless, yet commanding, making my pussy pulse with every step he takes. Watching Isaac in his element is a riveting experience. He’s bossy, demanding, and sexy as sin.
When he reaches the desk, he yanks open the top drawer and removes a checkbook from inside.
“This will cover your severance.” Isaac thrusts a torn-out check toward the manager.
Just as the manager is about to take the check, Isaac yanks it out of his grasp.
“Or perhaps the fact you’re leaving here unscathed should be reward enough,” he growls viciously.
Isaac crumples the check in his clenched fist before dropping it onto the desk.
His head shakes like a bobblehead toy. “Y-y-yes, thank you, boss.”
He scampers out of the office, leaving the crumpled check untouched. The veins in my neck throb when Isaac’s eyes run over my body before lifting to my face. Although most people would mistake his gaze as infuriating, I only see unbridled lust reflecting back at me.
“Come here, Isabelle,” he commands.
His lips thin into a harsh line when I shake my head, denying his request. My eyes shift to the corner of the room where the female staff member remains, watching our exchange with her mouth ajar.
“Get out.” My excitement intensifies when Isaac’s gaze never once leaves mine as he orders her out of the room.
“Boss, while you’re here, I wanted to ask…”
“Get out!” Isaac growls.
She nods before scurrying out of the room even faster than the manager did.
“Come here, Isabelle,” Isaac demands again.
His tone is clipped, but it doesn’t stop the tremor coursing through my body from my name rolling off his tongue. Although the sheer sight of him instigates wetness to pool between my legs, his gaze is unnerving. It has me pinned, unable to move.
Isaac mutters something under his breath before he moves away from the desk. He glides instead of walking as a mere man would. That’s not surprising. Nothing about him could ever be seen as mere.
His strides don’t slacken until I’m pinned between him and the heavy wooden door of the manager’s office. The lash of his tongue on my gaped mouth causes my knees to weaken. His kisses convey his personality perfectly—powerful, alluring, sexy, and knee-buckling hot.
He cups my thigh with one hand to steady my swaying movements, while his other hand slithers over my dress until stopping at my neck to pull my mouth closer to his. His kiss is sumptuous and toe-curling good. It once again goes above and beyond my highest expectations.
I snake my fingers over the ridges of his muscular back before raking them through his hair. He groans a rattled moan. The sound alone almost causes me to combust.
His talented tongue soothes the sting of his bite before it glides along mine, stroking and absorbing my taste.
When he pulls away from our embrace, a whim escapes my mouth. I draw in a long and shaky breath when I open my eyes. His eyes are reflecting his torment, his internal battle.
