Two Week Turnaround

Knowing exactly what she had to do, she returned his shrug. “If that makes you comfortable, it’s fine with me.”

She caught the surprise flicker in his eyes even as he stood and kicked off his designer boots, but by the time he tugged down his zipper, his cocky grin had returned. Isaac pushed his pants to the floor with a triumphant flourish, leaving him standing stark naked before her.

“Feel better?” she asked, gluing her eyes to his in what was likely to be the stare-off of the century.

“Much.” The word oozed with his slow, delicious Georgian accent. He winked at her, and Sofia felt heat flush across her skin.

Goddammit, he still knew how to press all her buttons. Although to be fair she doubted that any hot-blooded woman would have been able to handle the combination of his undeniable charisma and the stack of abs that narrowed into a chiseled V.

“I suddenly feel at a disadvantage, Miss...?”

The overly polite prompt for an introduction reminded Sofia exactly why it didn’t matter that Isaac Blue was naked in front of her. Maybe it was the symptom of a bruised ego that she thought he should remember her, but memory problems were far from rare in her clients.

“Miss King. I mean, Ms. King.” Then again, maybe he wasn’t the only one having trouble with his memory.

“It’s a pleasure.” He closed the small distance between them and caught her hand, drawing it up to his lips. She knew his slow-as-honey words came from a mouth that didn’t only draw out its sentences. Heat radiated off him, and her eyes felt heavy, as though his mere presence was a powerful opiate. Her own personal drug.

But as he released her hand, she caught sight of his ink-stained fingertips. Sofia snapped back to reality, stepping away from him and tugging at her blouse as she shook her body free of his intoxicating effects.

“We should get to work,” she informed him, switching into business mode. “You’re expected on set tomorrow.”

Isaac frowned, running a hand through his tangled black hair. “I’m expected on set on Tuesday.”

“Tomorrow is Tuesday.”

“What the hell happened to Sunday?” He strode toward the bedroom, abandoning his flirtatious charade, and began ransacking the top of the dresser.

Sofia watched, mentally noting what she saw in his bedroom. No evidence of drugs. That was a good sign. Although there were some empty beer bottles. That wasn’t so good. Other than that, there was the usual contents of a guy’s pockets spilled across the bureau: loose coins, a wallet and a couple of condoms.

Intact condoms.

Still-wrapped condoms.

Unused condoms.

She hated herself for noticing.

“Lose something?” she asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorway.

“My phone,” he snapped, “my Sunday and, apparently, my mind.”

Sofia’s mouth curved into a satisfied smile. She was right on track after all. “That’s why I’m here.”

* * *

Isaac wanted to kiss the smug smirk off her painted lips and then nail her to the wall to show her exactly who had the upper hand here. But right now, and he hated to admit it, she did. He’d almost had her, calling her bluff when she pretended not to know him. As if he couldn’t see through her icy, hands-off act.

Fia Maxx might be calling herself by a new name. She might even have transformed from a nubile eighteen-year-old hottie to a gorgeous cock-teaser, but she couldn’t fool him. Not that he wouldn’t mind getting to know Ms. King a little bit better, particularly the lush, full breasts swelling under her fitted blouse.

Isaac pressed his body into the side of the dresser to hide his growing erection. Wood to hide wood. He’d be able to laugh about it later, but right now all he could think about was hoisting Fia’s long legs around his waist and riding her until her head fell back as she unraveled. She might have changed, but there was no way her O-face had—there was no improving on perfection.

Sure, she was playing it cool right now, but he’d seen her quietly squirming when he’d dropped his pants for her. She could try to pretend she didn’t feel the same electric connection that had sizzled between them six years ago, but there was no denying it was still there sparking and crackling since she’d walked back into his life.

And he was going to show her exactly what she’d been missing.

All he had to do was play along, let her think she could fix him or whatever her plan was, and he’d be back in her good graces and her panties. There hadn’t been a week that Fia Maxx hadn’t popped into his head since she’d disappeared without a word, and he needed to make up for lost time.

He’d fuck her out of his system. That was all. Give the studio what they wanted and get what he needed—Sofia spread naked on his bed. It was a win-win situation.

He just had to regain the upper hand.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” she asked, waving his cell phone at him from the bedside table.

“It is,” he said.

Sofia held it out for him, and he paused. If he walked over and took it there was no way to hide his arousal from her. But if he stayed put, she’d guess why he wasn’t moving. Might as well give her something to look forward to. Isaac moved toward her, his dick rigid as a tent pole. Sofia’s eyes widened a little and she snapped her gaze up to his. It was too late. He’d caught her looking, and he’d seen exactly what he expected to in her momentarily thawed eyes: lust.

There was a chance he could sweep her onto the bed right here and now. Their gazes locked on one another, and he knew she was imagining the same thing. His hands hiking her skirt around her shapely hips as she wrapped herself around him. He’d rip off her silky stockings. Sofia’s mouth quirked into a grin and she shook her head slightly as if she knew what he was thinking.

He wouldn’t have to rip them off. Ms. King was definitely the type of woman that wore a garter belt. Even better. But she couldn’t stop him from shredding her panties. Isaac could almost feel her stilettos digging into his tailbone now.

Sofia’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and he knew she wouldn’t stop him, which was why he took the phone and turned away. It would be too easy to pick up where they had left off. He wanted her to sweat it a little, get her good and hot for it, so he could enjoy making her scream his name all night long.

“Thanks,” he said, clearing the thick desire from his throat. “It is Monday.”

He heard her sharp intake of breath. “It is,” she said in a clipped tone. “I’ll be back to help you sort out the rest of your life in the morning—and to make certain you make it on set. Try not to get arrested before then.”

She strolled past him, chin tilted up, eyes focused toward the door. Isaac’s hand flew out and caught her wrist, drawing her slightly closer. Pressing his mouth to the hollow behind her ear, he dropped a soft kiss on the sensitive spot. He smiled as a shiver rolled through her.

“No promises,” he whispered and released her.

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