Chapter 10

Isabella took her time inside the fitting room.

She carefully removed each piece of clothing, arranging them on the small armchair in the corner until she was wearing nothing but her underwear. However, she decided to keep her heels on. Then she examined herself in the mirror, adjusted a couple of strands of hair that didn't need fixing, and checked her makeup before giving her reflection one final look.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

And, more importantly, she knew who was waiting on the other side of the curtain.

When she finally stepped out, Harvey looked up and had to clench his jaw.

«Goddamn patience.»

Isabella had kept only her matching lingerie and heels, which made her legs look even longer as she approached him with a composure that was beginning to feel downright offensive. The worst part, however, wasn't having her standing in front of him like that, but discovering that the mirrors surrounding the space were doing their job far too well.

Harvey could watch her approach while simultaneously admiring the sway of her hips from several angles, including one particularly privileged view that confirmed that choosing this spot had been an excellent decision.

Isabella stepped onto the small circular platform and slowly turned toward him.

“Do you like the view, Mr. Sterling?”

Harvey let his eyes travel over her body without the slightest intention of concealing his appreciation.

“I haven't found a better one.”

He rose from the armchair unhurriedly, although his deliberate slowness had far more to do with effort than composure. As he walked toward her, he began loosening his tie, taking in the sight of Isabella reflected in every direction.

“This place is far too tempting for me, Mrs. Vaughn.” He stopped in front of the platform and deliberately lowered his gaze over her body before seeking out one of the reflections behind her. “And the view those mirrors are giving me of your ass in those heels is making what little patience I have disappear completely.”

Isabella smiled.

“And you're wearing far too many clothes compared to how little I'm wearing.”

“That can be remedied very quickly.”

“And who says I'm in a hurry?”

Harvey lifted his eyes to hers.

That sentence promised a particularly delightful afternoon.

He'd been absolutely right to cancel all his meetings.

Isabella caught his tie and pulled him closer. For a moment, it seemed as though she was going to kiss him, but she stopped just short of doing so and began undoing the knot without breaking eye contact. She slowly slipped the fabric from beneath his shirt collar and set it aside before sliding both hands over his chest and up to his shoulders.

Harvey remained still.

For now, this was her territory.

Isabella slipped his jacket down his arms and let it fall onto one of the armchairs. Then she pulled his shirt free from his trousers and began unbuttoning it, one button at a time, with a patience Harvey was beginning to consider a personal insult.

She knew it, too. He could see the amusement in her eyes every time she looked up at him.

“You're doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what?”

Harvey let out a dry laugh.

“Don't play games with me, Isabella.”

“I thought that was precisely what you came here for.”

He couldn't argue with that.

When she finally undid the last button, Isabella slid her hands up to his shoulders again and let his shirt meet the same fate as his jacket. Her fingers then returned to Harvey's chest and slowly traveled downward, following the contours of his abdomen until they reached his belt.

She unfastened the buckle and drew the leather strap through each belt loop without the slightest hurry.

Harvey still hadn't touched her.

With every passing second, that decision became a little more difficult to maintain.

Isabella set the belt aside and, to his surprise, crouched in front of him solely to untie his shoes. Harvey cooperated by slipping them off and waited for her to stand again.

The smile he found on her face confirmed that she wasn't finished tormenting him.

Isabella brought her hands to the button of his trousers and undid it with deliberate slowness. The strain against the fabric made the effect she was having on him perfectly obvious, and she lowered her gaze before looking back into his eyes.

“Looks like someone's getting impatient to come out.”

“You have no idea.”

Harvey made no move to stop her. He could have brought the game to an end in a matter of seconds, but he wanted to discover just how far she intended to take it.

Isabella caught the zipper and began lowering it, deliberately brushing against his erection beneath the fabric.

Harvey's jaw tightened again.

She smiled when she noticed.

She slipped two fingers beneath either side of his boxer briefs and began pulling them down along with his trousers, slowly lowering herself in front of him. Harvey stepped out of both garments and pushed them aside, but Isabella remained crouched.

She looked up at him.

“Take a step toward me.”

Harvey obeyed.

Isabella waited until he was close enough for her to lean forward and run her tongue over the tip of his cock.

Harvey closed his eyes and slowly released the breath he'd been holding.

“You're killing me, Isabella.”

“That's the idea.”

The smile had barely left her lips before she leaned forward again and took him into her mouth as deeply as her throat would allow.