Isabella'sI pov
"And stop checking me out!" She hides her breasts with her iPad and shouts furiously. As if that stuff could conceal her exquisite breasts.
"Okay, Sweetness."
She slashes me. "Did you just call me Sweetness?"
I give her a sidelong glance.
"It's Isabella Montenegro!" She frowns.
God, within the first few minutes of our conversation, Isabella Montenegro has already violated many boundaries that I have never experienced.
I raise my hand to halt her, and it does the trick. Once again, she chews her lower lip. Oh no! I also want to bite it. I get up and walk around my desk. Not because I'd want to take a seat. More probable since my tent has to be covered. If she knew how aroused her aggressive attitude has made me feel, I'm sure she would murder me here in the office.
