(Isabella’s POV)
My mouth all but waters looking at this man. I swear, Greek god doesn’t begin to cover him. And as if his beautiful face and icy blue eyes aren’t enough to take in, his muscular body and Alpha confidence have my knees threatening to buckle beneath me.
And then there’s my wolf, practically clawing at my mind to convince me to let her take control of my body.
“Flirt, Isabella. Take the opportunity to touch him. It’ll make him want to reciprocate,” she tells me.
“After the disaster in his study? Absolutely not. Look…is he gorgeous? Yes. Do I want to touch him and feel his touch in return? Also, yes. Have I managed to catch feelings on some level for him? Maybe…But, we are pushing every bit of that down to the depths of our souls,” I tell her. “We have a business arra
