As he gave her the command, Izabella's heartbeat was gradual. She gave the man on the phone's screen a fleeting glance as he awaited her response.
He shared her sense of casual dressing with his black shirt and white boxer shorts. Aleksander put his hand behind his head and rested against the bed's headboard.
Is the man getting even with her because she turned him down for a romantic evening's sleep? Izabella's thoughts were circling back to that.
He prompted, "Speak something. What's up with you? Is Shanda present?"
"No. Why?"
He raised his arms and replied, "Well, I want a private moment with my wife. You look fantastic in those nightgowns, but when I was there, you were dressed like a teenager," he said.
Izabella was tempted to chuckle at this remark. "Why didn't you tell me yo
