CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR
Samson followed her eyes. "Not him" he said frowning. "Definitely not him"
"Why not?" Isabella asked, clearly amused at his reaction. "You said I had to pick someone... Now you are doing the picking for me? Why not him?"
"Because if you do, then I'm going to have to rip out his heart and head after you are done " Samson replied carelessly. "You see the way he's staring at you? Imagine hitting on the woman and making eyes at her while she is with her man. What kind of moron does something like that?"
"Oh come on" Isabella said, clearly enjoying his discomfort and making no effort to hide it. "There is no way for him to know that I'm with you. Maybe he thinks we are just friends hanging out it in a bar"
"Well, maybe this will clear things up for him then" Samson
