The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 37

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 not only wash away any trace of his touch on her but also wash away the memory of what happened.

By the time she was done, she felt a lot better. Her body had also stopped trembling. It wasn’t until she was stepping out of the shower that she realised she hadn’t brought her bath robe. She bit her lip as she looked at the ones she had been wearing–she not only had no intention of wearing them until she cleaned them, but they were also wet.

She had two options, to ask Jacob to deliver her bathrobe, or to wrap the towel around her body and sneak back into her room quickly without him catching sight of her. The idea of having Jacob bring her bathrobe made her flush, so she opted for the second option. He was likely still in the living room and wouldn’t notice her darting into her room half-naked.

Wrapping the towel around her chest, she headed towards the door. She opened the door slowly and peeked into the hallway–he was nowhere in sight. Assured, she closed the door behind her and tiptoed towards her door. At that moment, Jacob’s bedroom door opened.

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Jacob froze in his steps when the first thing his eyes landed on when he left his room was Isabelle’s cleavage. He hadn’t intended to, but he was much taller, and it was the first thing he noticed when he looked down at her in her short white towel.

He cleared his throat and raised his eyes to her face, fighting against the urge to drag them sensually across her bare skin. But before he got to her face, she turned away in a hurry towards her bedroom door.

Isabelle had frozen the moment Jacob appeared from his bedroom, and it had taken her way too long to register where his eyes were focused on–her cleavage. Aware of his gaze, her heart had thudded behind her chest while her hand clutched her towel tightly.

Then as his eyes finally unlatched from her cleavage and started lifting to her face, her embarrassment hit and she turned to run into her room. What horrible timing she had!

But before she could get her hand on her door’s handle, two strong hands grabbed her bare arms and pulled her back. Her body pressed against a warm, hard, male body, and her already thudding heart almost crashed through her ribcage.

As she struggled to breathe steadily, she felt him lean over her, until his lips were right beside her ear. “You really shouldn’t dress like this.”

She swallowed hard. Tried to ignore the shivers that coursed through her body when his breath brushed over her skin. Tried to kill the urge to relax into his hold, get closer to that warmth she could feel emanating from his body… “Let me go,” she gasped. Her own thoughts and reaction to him mortified her.

Jacob wanted to let her go, but damn…he shouldn’t have taken her in his arms in the first place. Having her soft body against him was driving him crazy, and now, all he wanted to do was kiss that beautiful column of her neck, get a feel of the soft breasts that were peeking at him from beneath her towel, turn her face to him and kiss her until they were both breathless.

He tried hard to think of all the reasons he shouldn’t do all that, but the problem was that in his current position, his brain wasn’t doing much work. All the blood in his head seemed to have taken an expressway ticket to his dick, which was already excited.