Isabella
I'm nervous.
Dane is chopping onions at superhuman speeds inside his kitchen. His broad, brawny back is turned against me. Still, I can see the tuxedo struggling to contain his muscles. Dane is a behemoth of a man.
Shit.
My heart beats faster, and sweat coats my back already.
Does Dane have to be so aggressive when he chops everything?
I can't help but feel like he is being passively aggressive. My mistake? I didn't hand him my schedule when he asked for it.
I didn't think it was a tremendous deal, but I was clearly wrong.
Dane is furious with me. And I'm a damn fool. I thought the hybrid was out of character when he nicely invited me over for dinner. I'm such a fool! I shouldn't have jumped happily into his car.
Those killer eyes and his handsome smil
