Isabella’s POV
As I read his message over again, a flutter of nervous anticipation stirred in my stomach. What did he have planned for me? My mind raced with possibilities, casting me suddenly as the protagonist in one of those steamy romance novels I devoured. The one where the male lead is a hot billionaire who is obsessed with the female lead.
“Mr. L will come and sweep me away from this mundane life of boring work and work only,” I thought, imagining a world where excitement awaited both in and out of bed and s*x. “All I have to do is be a good sub,” I said aloud, determination flickering in me despite a trace of uncertainty.
“Prove that I’m worth it. How hard could it be?” Yet doubt crept in—after all, he’d blocked Charlotte, who was undeniably hotter and more experienced than I.
