Page 50 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
“T-take a seat.”
I try to hide my smile at his clumsiness, but I find it so endearing that the sight of me has him falling over himself, my lips tug higher. When Colby notices my smile, he shakes his head and chuckles.
“You have me stumbling around like a teenage boy.” He doesn’t stutter this time around. “But seriously, Izzy, you need to issue a warning before you bring out that ammunition.” His gaze locks onto my chest. “Where the hell were you hiding them yesterday?”
I don’t know if he wants me to answer him or not, so I remain quiet.
When he cocks his eyebrow at me, waiting for a response, I answer, “Under my shirt.”
Colby chuckles. “Well, you need to bring those puppies out to play more often.”
Our banter is interrupted when a stern cough bellows across the table.
Cormack shoots daggers at Colby. “You were warned yesterday.”
Colby doesn’t seem phased by his older brother’s stern glare or statement. He just smiles at him and winks before removing his shirt.
Holy cupcakes! Did I die in my sleep and wake up in a ‘Bachelor of the Year’ contest?
I’m not the only one hiding desirableassetsunder my shirt. Colby’s pecs are impressive, his stomach is ridged, and his guns are—Oh. My. God!But even with his drool-worthy body on display, Colby still can’t compete with Isaac. Isaac’s body isn’t just perfect, it’s pussy-clenching delicious. I don’t think any man will ever steal my attention away from Isaac.
My bare feet pad along the beautiful ebony hardwood floor as I make my way back to the room Cormack assigned to me this weekend. I’m in desperate need of a shower to rid my body of the sand and salt embedded on my skin. I’m still wearing my bikini, but I’ve placed a light, flowing, blue cotton dress over the damp material.
Tonight’s setting for dinner was casual, but I still don’t think it’s suitable to wear only swimwear to a dinner table, although it appears no one informed Colby of that. He sat barefoot and in just a pair of board shorts. His long blond hair was tousled loosely on the top of his head, and his skin had color from spending hours at the beach.
Colby is a real lady charmer. There’s no doubt in my mind he could woo the panties off any girl he sets his sights on. He has just chosen the wrong lady to pursue. My attention remains focused on Isaac, even though he wants to be left alone.
I felt Isaac’s eyes on me throughout the day, but he hasn’t uttered a word to me. His dark, gloomy mood makes me hesitate to interact with him. Not that his appalling attitude should be rewarded with attention, but I can’t help but feel I’m missing out on a prime opportunity to unearth the real Isaac Holt.
My mind is still a jumbled mess of confusion. I’m beginning to wonder if the explicit sex scene in the nightclub office actually happened, or if my overactive imagination is more phenomenal than I comprehended.
One might assume most of my thoughts would be consumed with unearthing everything about Col and Isaac, considering unraveling that secret would be critical for the FBI’s investigation, but it isn’t. I can’t stop thinking about what Cormack said.
Who is Ophelia, and what does she mean to Isaac? Why would I lose Isaac if I tried to force him to share information with me? And why did a dark pit form in my chest the instant I thought I might lose him? These are the questions I want answered, but no one seems willing to talk about them.
Upon entering the long, dark hallway, the sudden flash of a smirk halts my long strides. Mere feet from me is Isaac, leaning in the doorjamb of my room a few doors down from where I’ve stopped. His arms are crossed in front of his well-formed chest, and the danger in his eyes would have most men shuddering in their boots, but instead of feeling fear, my body quivers with anticipation, and stupid butterflies form in my stomach.
I strengthen my posture before finalizing the last strides down the hall. Offering him a quick smile, I skirt past him to enter my room. He seizes my wrist, halting my reluctant retreat. My pulse quickens from his simplest touch.
Air traps in my throat when he leans in close to my neck. His hot breaths flutter my earlobe when he hisses, “Stay away from Colby.”
Gritting my teeth, I yank open my bedroom door so hard it slams into Isaac’s trouser-covered hip.
“You shouldn’t have a problem with my request unless you’re interested in sleeping with him,” Isaac snarls, following me into my room. “Are you interested in him, Isabelle?”
His pathetic question doesn’t warrant a reply, so instead, I glare at him. He isn’t the slightest bit intimidated by my angry stance. If anything, he seems to find it amusing. His eyes are shimmering with mischief, and his lips are curved high.
“I’ll answer your question if you answer one of mine.”
“Ain’t going to happen,” he replies, not considering my suggestion.
“Then get out of my room.” I march into the bathroom and slam the door.
I have the longest shower I’ve ever had. Taking my time, I pamper my tired and exhausted body. The past forty-eight hours feel like the longest days of my life. I’m not just exhausted, I am also emotionally drained.
Isaac’s emotions are worse than whiplash. He goes from lavishing me with his attention to cold and distant in an instant, but no matter how hard I try to put him to the back of my mind, he always pushes into the forefront. Although I barely know him, my heart yearns for him when he isn’t around.
I freeze. Even with my body covered in a thick coating of body wash, I step out of the shower, dazed and confused.Holy shit. I catch my wide-eyed expression in the vanity mirror. No, I can’t be.Oh God. I’m falling in love with Isaac Holt.
