Page 89 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
My lip drops into a frown. I don’t know who would be contacting me with such urgency.I mumble a quick thanks to Brandon before scooting past him to make my way to my desk. The muscles in my body creak with each step I take. I’ve spent the last nearly five hours crammed in that small office, and my body is screaming in protest.
“Holy crap.” There are over a dozen missed calls and text messages from an unknown number and a handful of messages from Harlow.
My brows tack closer with every message I read.
Unknown number:Isabelle, I’ll meet you at Harlow’s bakery at 1 p.m. sharp.
Unknown number:Isabelle, where are you?
Harlow:Did you know Isaac was meeting you here for lunch today?
Harlow:Jesus Izzy, the veins in Isaac’s neck are about to burst.
Unknown number:I’ve been waiting for nearly an hour.
Harlow:Will you hurry up? Isaac is scaring my customers away ;)
Unknown number:You will be lucky if I let you come for a week after standing me up. Call me as soon as you get my messages.
Harlow:He’s gone, but you have some explaining to do young lady… p.s. an angry Isaac is as sexy as fuck.
A chuckle escapes my lips when I read Harlow’s last message. If she thinks an upset Isaac is sexy as hell, wait until she sees a jealous Isaac.
My uneasy gaze bounces around the room. Other than catching the eye of Brandon, the rest of the team’s focus remains on other tasks. I send a message to Harlow telling her I’ll pop into the bakery later this afternoon and explain everything. Once I have the crumpled business card Isaac scribbled his cell phone number on months ago in my hot little hands, I scamper back to the supply closet.
I nearly lose the grip of my phone while dialing Isaac’s private cell phone number since my palms are slick with sweat. I’m nervous Isaac will uphold his threat of not letting me orgasm for a week.I really hope it’s an idle threat.
Isaac connects our call before one full ring sounds through my ear. “Isabelle.”
Although his tone is clipped, my name rolling off his tongue sends an excited thrill through my body.
“I just got your messages now,” I blurt out.
A length of silence crosses between us.
“Because I was late this morning, my boss made me work through lunch,” I explain, my tone getting edgier.
It is technically Isaac’s fault I arrived late, so if anyone should be punished for my tardiness, it should be him.
“A simple message advising me you were unable to attend lunch would have been appreciated. Then I wouldn’t have been spending the last two hours panicked something horrible happened to you.”
My heart clutches in my chest. “I’m sorry.” Tears dampen my eyes. “I left my phone in my desk drawer, but I promise I’ll carry it with me at all times from now on.” I’ll say anything to relieve his worry. I don’t want to be responsible for any more concern in Isaac’s life.
Another stretch of silence fills the void. “Hugo will pick you up outside of your office building at six o’clock.”
Before I can reply, Isaac disconnects the call.
Pulling my phone down from my ear, I return a message to the unknown number.
Me:I’ll make up for our missed date tonight. Dessert is on me. ;)
A short time later, my phone dings, indicating I’ve received a text message.
Isaac:Dessert IS you, Isabelle.
Warm slickness pools between my legs… until my phone dings again.
Isaac:But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you come.
