Instead of walking away, Ian chose to step inside, casually leaning against the wall. "Well, you might not be jealous but let me be honest with you—I'm completely jealous of anyone who gets to see you tonight. I can't fathom why you picked that killer dress, but just the idea of you stepping out like that has me burning with envy. I don't think I'll be going anywhere. But don't mind me. You can continue, I won't be disrupting your plans."
Isabella stared at the man. He was jealous? What for? But she was not going to ask. Knowing Ian Frost, he would keep on finding ways to keep her here all night, caught between his net of words until she forgot everything and stayed there. Nah! She wasn't going to fall for his trickery. "Fine! Suit yourself. I'll be leaving. You can close the door when you are ready to go."
With that, she turned back, walked to her room, grabbed the little clutch and marched out," I'm going. Bye."
