Drake composed himself and opened the door for Isadora. For God's sake, what the hell is she wearing? He grimaced.
Isadora sauntered into his room, dressed in a thin chemise gown, so translucent that it left nothing to the imagination.?
He crossed his arms over his chest, averting his gaze. A slow smile curved Isadora's mouth. There was no other way she liked seeing Drake than half-naked.
"Have I caught you at a bad time?" Her gaze traveled his form. "It looks like you've finished a bath." She moved toward him placing her palm on his cheek so that he looked at her. "Your eyes are glossy. You are warm and still wet."
"I was on my way to bed," Drake voiced, glancing the room for his nightshirt.
"Drake, I only want us to spend more time together. Lately, you haven't been around to radiat
