I'll make you happy.

"What are you still doing here?!" Isabella yelled at the wide-eyed man who stared back at her, the stupidest grin on his face.

She had stalled at the office, wasted time like no man's business, all in hopes that he would have left by the time she got home. But in all honesty, a part of her was thrilled to see him.

That part was even more delighted to see he was dressed in her apron and no shirt underneath. Her body stirred with a rather heavy need to hump him and that spurred on anger.

Why the hell did he look like he belonged there?! His hair, blonde and touseled playfully fell over his green eyes. His muscles flexed and contracted as he walked towards her, smiling.

"You're home," he grinned, leaning forward to pat her hair. As if she were some five-year-old in need of fucking reassurance.

It was all too much! She had left him just for a day and he had turned her apartment and life upside down. He was making fish broth! Fish broth! She couldn't remember the last time she had mad