The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 70

Isabelle was stunned to hear Jacob’s confession. She couldn’t understand why he became jealous so easily.

She had no interest in Logan Larson–not that it would matter if she did. She had never met him, and as she had pointed out, she was just an ordinary worker while he was the CEO of the Larson Group.

His only interest in her was because she was his employee. And, she was only saying nice things about him because he was a good boss. She hadn’t thought it would make Jacob feel bad.

She straightened from her position on the counter and gave him an apologetic smile. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

While she hadn’t anticipated his jealousy, it sure made her feel all sorts of giddy. She knew it shouldn’t matter to her whether Jacob was jealous of her talking excitedly of another man. He was her pretend husband. She shouldn’t get giddy because he got jealous. But knowing that fact didn’t keep her from feeling warm all over.

When he stood from his stool and came around the counter to her, her heart hammered behind her ribs. He came straight to her, and before she could take a step back, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.

She gasped softly as he pulled her to him and looked down at her, his dark eyes serious. “Between me and Logan, who has a better figure?”

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. What?

As Isabelle continued giving him a perplexed look, Jacob felt embarrassment taking root. Only after asking that question did he realise how childish it was. But he ignored the embarrassment. He just wanted Isabelle to praise him to his face. What was a little embarrassment?

Isabelle’s brow creased a little as she pondered. He couldn’t believe how hard his heart was beating as he awaited her answer. It was as if his entire happiness depended on whether she thought he was more attractive than the ‘other’ man.

He must be going crazy.

“I think you have similar shapes,” she answered finally.

That was not the answer he was looking for.

She sighed. “I didn’t really pay attention to his shape. I told you, I didn’t see him clearly.”

She tried to pull away from his hold, but he grabbed her hand and shoved it under his shirt. Isabelle gave him a shocked look, and tried to pull her hand back instantly, but he held it against his skin firmly. “If you touch me, you can tell who has a better body,” he told her.

Isabelle opened her mouth to say something, but then shut it wordlessly. She was struck speechless by his boldness. Was he serious? As he continued looking down at her with a serious expression, she realised that yes, he was serious.

She bit down on her lip as the feel of his skin beneath her fingers registered. She could feel his taut muscles, and…heavens, why was his skin so hot? She tried to jerk her hand back again, but he held on firmly.

Wanting him to release her before she melted entirely against him, she said, “You have a better figure.”

Jacob let go of her hand, but instead of releasing her completely as she had expected, he turned her around, pressing her back into the kitchen counter. She looked up at him in confusion, only to see that he was leaning towards her.

Her breathing quickened as he got closer, his intention obvious. His eyes latched onto hers, and the desire she saw in them knocked the breath out of her lungs. Oh no. She wasn’t going to be able to get away. And not because he wouldn’t let her, but because her body was already anticipating his actions.

His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips. Her heart was beating so crazily, it felt like it would break out of her chest any moment. She shut her eyes as her hands clutched onto the counter behind her.

The first touch of his lips on hers was soft, barely there. But it was enough to make her entire body tremble and her knees go weak. God, what was this man doing to her?