Isla was hot, and not from the water. Her temper swirled through her insides as she suddenly stood. Her eyes peirced him with the same effect of blades and she spat, “ f**k You, Hayes!”
Not an ounce of embarrassment shown on her face as she stood there, covered by nothing but water from the hip down, her body trembling with rage and the change of temperature.
She could hardly believe that they had arrived at this. Her mind was a torrent of emotion, mostly variations of anger, and it blinded her to anything akin to fear or reservation.
But the real world still existed, the one where she was standing right in front of her handsome nemesis, baring her breasts to him. Her comprehension of the situation did not show on her face.
Nathan, whose features did in fact soften from the tense knit
