21
“Best thing,” he murmured into his pillow. “Best thing.”
“You’re talking about me, aren’t you?” Isabelle’s teasing voice whispered in his ear. He came awake immediately, realizing in the same moment that he hadn’t really been asleep, that part of him had hoped she would come to him, and that he’d left his door unlocked for that reason.
“You’re here to knife me in my sleep, aren’t you? Just like you threatened back in Rome?”
“I did not threaten that. I asked if you were worried about it. Are you?” She bit his shoulder gently.
“Depends. Can we have s*x first?”
“I don’t see why not. I’m here. You’re here. We’re both naked. Surprise.”
“Then do what you want with me.” He rolled over to face her, and reached a hand to brush a strand of thick hair away from her face. “Beautiful Isabelle
