~ ISLA ~
“What are you doing in my bedroom?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Alistair turned his head slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips as if to tell me I had said something ridiculous. His fingers kept working the buttons of his shirt, deliberate and unhurried.
“Your bedroom?” His tone dripped with amusement, but his eyes were sharp. “This is the master’s bedroom, Isla. Why wouldn’t I come here?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, my stomach twisting.
Master’s bedroom? Why hadn’t Charles said anything earlier? I had actually assumed this entire lavish chamber was meant for me alone.
Mortification burned through me as he peeled off his shirt and tossed it casually onto a nearby chair.
His perfectly toned muscles came into view. I quickly tore my eyes away, but my stupid ga
