BOOK TWO ~4~

LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV

It didn’t work. I wanted more of him, and it didn’t help that he’d settled into the chair opposite mine. I had a clear view of his gorgeous body. I could see that the feeling was mutual because he also couldn’t take his eyes of me. The sexual tension hadn’t cleared one bit.

Would it if we ripped each other’s clothes of?

I had this feeling that Noah and Jess had returned and seen us going at it, so they’d left again. They weren’t ones to interrupt such a moment, no matter how wrong it was. We’d definitely discuss it though, once they got the chance to bring it up.

“When are you leaving?” I asked.

What happened between us a few minutes ago just made it a lot harder to imagine killing him. Fuck, my parents would probably kill me if they found out.

“In a hurry to get rid off me, I see. Don’t worry I won’t tell Laurent anything.” He teased.

I rolled my eyes. Bloody hell, it just hit me that he was a grown man. He was fucking twenty-one, and I was only sevent