Izzy’s hands clutched the towel around her tighter, still trying to calm the rapid beat of her heart. The moment felt surreal... Dominic was at her place , his dark eyes locked on hers.
“I… would you like something to drink?” she asked nervously, motioning toward the kitchen.
He held up a hand, cutting her off. “No drinks,” he said firmly, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “I want a house tour.”
“A… house tour?” she repeated, confused, blinking at him.
Dominic stepped inside before she could respond, the air between them charged with intensity. “Yes. Starting with your bedroom,” he added, his voice low and commanding. “You live here alone, don’t you?”
Izzy’s stomach flipped. “I… I do,” she whispered, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She wasn’t sure if she should fee
