Page 33 of Until You (Forgive Me)

“Hey,” he said, a slow smile forming.

“Hey yourself,” Isabella replied, not sure what the protocol was for this sort of thing.

If they were just friends, she would approach him, air kisses, a hug. But five months ago, she got to know this man and his body intimately.

As if sensing her unease, Christian dropped his case and walked towards her. Isabella stood still, feeling like prey caught in the eye of a predator. Standing before her, Christian raised his hands and cupped her face, his eyes never breaking contact with hers.

“Hi,” he said, running his thumb down her cheek.

“Hi,” Isabella replied, rolling her lips between her teeth.

Christian’s gaze dropped to her lips and back again. The heat radiating from his eyes caused Isabella’s heart rate to spike.

Christian gave a sexy smile, causing her tongue to snake out and moisten her lips. Dropping his mouth to hers, his tongue slowly slid through her parted lips. Isabella didn’t hesitate, relaxing into his kiss and allowing his tongue to dance with hers. Christian’s hands dropped to her lower back, pulling her hard against his body. And that was how they stayed until a knock at the door had them jumping apart like naughty schoolchildren.

“Wow,” Christian said breathlessly, his forehead resting against hers.

The knock sounded again.

Christian looked down at his trousers and smirked.

“Maybe I should get that,” Isabella said, her eyes following his to where his desire was very evident.

“I’ll grab a quick shower and wash off the flight,” he added before making his way through the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Isabella headed for the door and opened it. A private butler stood at the door, a trolley holding their dinner to the side of him. Isabella recognised him from around the hotel and smiled.

“Come in. Christian is just getting washed up after his flight,” she explained unnecessarily.

She must look a sight, her hair messed up and lips swollen from their kiss. What must he be thinking?

“Thank you,” he said, wheeling the trolley in and setting the food up on the table, along with the correct cutlery. “Is there anything else? Would you like me to come back in an hour and clear up?”

“No, that’s fine. We can put the plates back on the trolley and put it in the kitchen.”

Isabella hoped Christian wouldn’t mind. She was no longer used to people jumping to her tune. She was more than capable of clearing up after them. If she was honest, she wanted no more interruptions.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Oh, hold on,” Isabella said, grabbing her purse.

“No, no,” he said, holding up a hand. “Mr Dupree is very generous at the end of his stay.”

Isabella smiled and watched as he closed the door. The fact this man said Christian was generous with the staff caused a fluttering in her stomach.

Speak of the man. Christian reappeared freshly showered, his blond hair damp and messy on top, a towel tied loosely around his waist.

“Dinner is served,” Isabella said.

“I forgot my clothes,” he said, grinning.

“Don’t mind me,” Isabella said cheekily, her eyes taking in his broad chest and toned abs.

Christian grinned back. Isabella realised how much younger he looked when he genuinely smiled. She’d seen him smile, but this reached his eyes and made him look mischievous.

“I’m hungry, so I better grab some clothes. Otherwise, I might sample dessert before I eat my main course. That is something my mother always told me off for.”

Isabella laughed.

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