ISADORA POV
The dining room was elegant and well arranged.
We settled in the sitting room as the servants arranged everything.
Marcus' eyes remained on his phone and mine? They remained glued on the door where Richard would be making his entrance from.
I didn't have to wait for long before he showed up, his muscles flexing with each step he took.
Unable to stop myself, I watched his movements, drool almost rolling down my lips.
When the head maid announced that everything was set, we moved to the dining room.
Marcus pulled out a chair for me.
It was next to Richard's seat at the head of the table. I caught the flicker of something in Richard's eyes as I sat down, the crimson dress riding up my thighs as I settled into the chair.
"Wine, Isadora?" Richard asked, his voice perfectly
