Jacob let go of Isabelle’s face and looked away. “I was in the company of a friend,” he replied to her question.
“Oh,” she muttered, remembering how the men in the private room had all been there with women in their arms. What was Jacob doing there? Had he also been there with a lover? Did he flirt with the women there?
The thought bothered her, but she didn’t let it show on her face.
“I’ll go and take a shower,” she told him, getting to her feet. He nodded and shifted to let her leave the sofa.
In the bathroom, she stood under the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the cascading water over her skin. Even though Mr Grayson hadn’t succeeded in touching her the way he wanted, she still found herself scrubbing her skin thoroughly. Somehow, she felt as if washing thoroughly would
