He stood looking over her dress. He walked over, pulling at the fabric over her abs, saying, “Didn’t I tell you when we are alone, you’re to not have those on. Take it off. Now. Leave the heels. I like those. I think for the rest of the evening you can be quiet again. Another lesson in listening.”
Removing his jacket, belt, and tie while rolling up his sleeves; he circled her once more. Gage went over and put his belt on the side chair with the ottoman. Isis swallowed hard with a gulp, seeing he seemed very intent on having the belt in a specific spot.
Isis hesitantly removed the bodycon dress she had changed into on the plane. Holding her garments in her hand, she shivered.
Gage looked her over, smiling a devilish grin. He knew he was intimidating her, and it was exhilarating. He didn’
