Chapter Twelve
Stephano
The very minute the door creaked open, Isabella stiffened in my lap. I swore under my breath, my grip tightening on her thighs as she gasped, scrambling off me. Her movements were uncoordinated, as she tugged her dress down.
I exhaled slowly, jaw clenched, as I yanked my zipper up. I had to maintain control.
Isabella huffed beside me, adjusting the hem of her dress with a glare before shooting an annoyed look toward the door. "Your damn employees don’t knock, Stephano," she muttered under her breath, smoothing her hair with sharp, irritated fingers.
I dragged a hand through my hair, still feeling the heat of her body against mine. My focus shifted the second I caught sight of who was standing frozen in the doorway.
Camilla.
She looked like she had just walked
