The elevator dinged up as Isabella walked in holding her coffee in her hands, her Channel bag hanging down from her elbow, her long straight hair let down and her beautiful smile playing over her lips, her white top tucked inside her blue boot cut trouser hugging her waist, bums and thighs tightly.
Two men that worked in the finance department stood behind her checking out her perfectly rounded ass, something to which Isabella was usually aware off. But they weren’t checking her out, considering themselves to ask her out, in fact, they were checking her out and considering Prince Charlie lucky to have such a hot girl in his bed every night.
Isabella’s floor pinged and she got outside the elevator, keeping her smile plastered over her face, passing down the entire floor, waving, smiling
