Chapter 38 Thirty Eight

When Jacob’s finger tugged on the towel and it became a little loose, Isabelle snapped out of the trance he had distracted her into. Her face flushed afresh, and as her mind rattled back into work-mode, she realised how precarious her situation was.

She had let this go too far.

Pushing Jacob’s hand away, she ducked under his arm and reached for her door. This time, he didn’t stop her as she twisted the handle and pushed the door open. She slammed it closed behind her–as if to further emphasise that she was not up for whatever he had in mind.

Rushing to her mirror, she pressed her hands to her face and took deep breaths. She had no idea who she was more pissed at–him for teasing her in her state of undress, or her for giving him any sign that she liked it.

It seemed that she was getting too comfortable with him and forgetting that not only was he her pretend husband, but that she was also deceiving him about her identity. Nothing could happen between them as long as she was living a li