"What are you doing?" Isabella asked with a perplexed frown while attempting to extricate herself from Ian's grasp which proved expectedly futile. The other man, sensing the sudden tension in the air, hastily scurried away.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes,Ian responded to her question with action as he spun her away expertly beforedeftly pulling her back in, against his body, his hand on the small of her back as he pulled her close as he asked her teasingly," What does it look like I'm doing, doll?"
"It looks like you're stalking me! You promised not to disrupt my plans. Why are you here?" Isabella demanded, a mix of frustration and curiosity etched across her features. All evening she'd been trying to forget him and the way his touch lit her up, and here he was again, touching her again!
