~Isabel~
"Let's go into one of the rooms inside."
He pulled back just an inch, his eyes searched mine. He looked hesitant, almost like he was giving me one last chance to run back to the safety of the car.
"You're sure?"
"You said it yourself just a moment ago, Will. Out here on this yacht, there are no rules. It’s just you and me."
A slow, dark smirk spread across his face.
It wasn't the cold business smile I saw at the dinner table. This was different. His eyes turned a shade darker, the hunger in them grew deeper making my stomach flip.
"Fine. Follow me."
He grabbed my hand, his grip firm and warm, and led me back through the sliding doors.
We moved through the white-and-gold hallway, past the art and the memories of his mother, toward a door at the far left corner.
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