He was not about to let her squirm out of this, it seemed.
It seemed - well, she'd just been so dramatic and angry, it seemed inappropriate for Isabelle to give him his massage.
He simply gave her an impish smile.
Stupid handsome sexy...man!
She swallowed and attempted to keep her face neutral as she watched him slip off his shirt slowly until only bare skin remained on his torso.
He unceremoniously plopped himself down onto the edge of her bed with a casualness that shocked her. "Now, isn't this the perfect setting for a massage~"
Her legs were already weak at the knees, and seeing such a perfectly sculpted specimen of a man laying casually in front of her completely bare chested and wearing naught but - very thin and not very efficient - pants drove her crazy.
Isabelle swallowed down the urge to do something dramatic.
Instead, she crawled onto the bed and straddled his legs.
"You know, the point of this massage is that I should be in control~"
