Isadora pov
"Holy s**t," Benita whispered. "He's related to Marcus."
My phone buzzed on the table between us, saving me from having to respond.
I grabbed it, grateful for the distraction, then felt my breath catch when I saw the message.
“My house. Tonight at 8 PM. Don't be late.”
It was from Richard.
My p***y clenched immediately, wetness pooling between my thighs just from reading those words.
"Who is it?" Benita asked, leaning forward to peek at my screen.
I pulled the phone away quickly. "No one. Just... work."
"Work?" Benita's eyebrow raised. "Work that makes you blush like that?" She observed.
"I'm not blushing." I protested softly.
"You absolutely are." Benita grinned. "That's him, isn't it? Your mystery man?"
I didn't answer, but my face gave me away.
"Oh my God, it i
