Chapter Nine- “I’ll dream of you”.
Isabella Montague.
I blinked, darting out my tongue to wet my chapped lips as I met his gaze again, losing that feigned chuckle. “What? What type of sick joke is this? Why the hell would you bring me to your house?” As much as I’d prefer a house to a hotel, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a complete stranger.
Being in a stranger’s house isn’t exactly on the list of things I’d like to do—especially not after I may or may not have slept with him. f**k, how can I not remember whether I did or not?
He shrugged, pressing his lips together as he pulled an innocent look. “Because I want you to know where it is in case you want to return.” He didn’t pull a mischievous look or anything, but I have a feeling there has to be some mischievousness behind it.
