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The air in the hall was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the underlying hum of a high-society engine.Isabella stood within the circle of her family, staring at the newly married couple with a smile on her face. Her best friend, Olivia, and brother, Derek, were finally married to each other, and she almost couldn't believe it. Olivia looked breathtaking, the gown caught in the soft glow of the chandeliers, her hand tucked firmly into Derek’s arm and they were sharing a quiet, private look amidst the chaos of their own reception. The picture of a couple who had finally weathered the storm. For a moment, Isabella felt a swell of genuine warmth, but it was quickly punctured by the sound of her father’s voice. "I’m telling you, Derek, the expansion into the youth sector is going to require a complete overhaul of the digital archives," their father, Henry Hawthorne said, his hand resting on his son's shoulder with a grip that was as much about business as it was about pride .

The bartender leaned in, his eyes flicking briefly to the target. “Yeah… I can tell you.”Isabella licked her lips, her gaze locked on the man whose name she didn't know, but whose touch she could already feel and she swallowed hard. Okay. Yes, she admitted to herself. I want this. I want a crazy night with him.“Tell me,” she whispered, “and then send him another. On me.”—-----------Alexander Bolton shifted in his seat. If he had to watch that lady pop another olive into her mouth—her eyes hooded, alive with a wicked, silent suggestion—he was going to lose his damn mind. He circled the rim of his glass with his index finger, the movement rhythmic and agonizingly in sync with the heat coiling through his gut. He really should have left with his father. He should have been halfway home, thinking about Monday’s meeting. Instead, he had stayed for a few drinks, and now here he was, caught in the gravitational pull of a woman who seemed to be enjoying her drinks with a sensuality that

“A penny for your thoughts?” she asked, her smile widening. “You could ask me as well, though something tells me a man like you should know better than to ask a woman that question.”He let out a short, dry laugh, trying to ignore the fire raging below his belt. “What if I said there’s something about you that makes me want to ask regardless?”Isabella leaned in, pressing her elbow into the arm of the chair. She was so close now he could smell the vodka on her breath and the heat coming off her skin. She began a slow, rhythmic caress over the exposed valley of her chest, her fingers tracing the edge of her gown. “Then I would tell you…” she began, her voice a husky velvet drawl, “exactly what I’m thinking.”Alexander felt a surge of possessive need so sharp it was dizzying. He wanted to drag her out into the cool night air and find the nearest flat surface. He wanted to taste the arrogance right off her tongue and hear her scream his name—a name she didn't even know yet.“Perhaps we s

Isabella grinned at him, “Unless you want this modern woman to throw you over her shoulder and carry you out, I suggest we do just that.”He laughed again, a rich sound of approval, and the urge to kiss him right there, to feel that resonance against her own mouth, was almost more than she could bear. Soon, Isabella, she promised herself. She forced her legs to move, and together, they turned away from the bar, heading out and into the dark promise of the night.—-----------They were standing outside, waiting for his driver to arrive, and Isabella took in a deep breath. There were few people outside now and it was a nice evening, and even nicer still, his hand on her back started to wander, his fingers moving to caress rather than hold, his heat penetrating the thin veil of her dress and making her tremble.He bent his head, his mouth hovering close to her ear, “Are you cold?” he asked. Isabella fixed her gaze straight ahead, “No.” she replied, but two can play at that game, she tol

She made an affirmative noise as she bowed to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose, his lips, across his jawbone… Reaching his neck, she flicked her tongue out and revelled in the salty essence of him, knowing he was overheating at her hands.“And why would that be?” His voice cracked on the last word as she cupped him, her fingers testing the rigid length of him. She was desperate to expose him to her hands, her gaze, her mouth… “It’s time enough for me to return the favour,” she said, placing her hands on his thighs and slipping from his lap, coming to nestle on her knees between his feet on the floor. The car took a bend and she steadied herself using his legs, her fingers biting into his flesh.“Easy,” he said, taking hold of her arm and using his free hand to gain purchase on the trim of the car.She smiled up at him. Christ, he was so hot. She wanted to imprint the sight of him in her mind, all dishevelled and feverish. The feeling of excitement at having him at her mercy, th