Isabelle stopped breathing for a split second then she realized what Delnard had just said. Whatever magic or magnetic pull that was happening a while ago seemed to have dissipated in a flash. Like a huge rubber band stretched to its maximum length, reality snapped back into her as she pulled away from him, landing roughly back on her chair.
She swore in Spanish, glad the chair did not topple backwards to throw her on the floor. She looked at Delnard who is obviously trying to hide his chuckling but his broad shoulders were shaking. Isabelle growled a little as she glared at the infuriating man in front of her. How could he be so sensual and serious one minute then joke around like feelings were something to trifle with.
"I think I'm going back to bed." She muttered while standing up. Sh
