Xander Harl also withdrew tactfully, no longer acting as a third wheel, and quietly closed the door.
Julian Johnsons, having helped her solve a mystery weighing on her mind, now spoke with much more confidence, "Come, I need your sincere gratitude, and you need to show it physically, understand?"
"Scoundrel!"
Isabella Lindsey despised his lack of seriousness, and instead of approaching him, she dashed towards the door, planning to escape.
But.
Julian Johnsons' speed was just a tad faster than hers.
A solid human wall blocked her way, barricading the door.
"Move." She commanded coldly.
"No." Julian Johnsons smirked wickedly.
"Are you driven by lust? So many women line up for you, yet you choose to harass me here. Does it thrill you?" Isabella Lindsey was always straightforward, refusing to beat around the bush.
And what she said was entirely true, for as she lowered her head, she already noticed the mound-like bulge of someone's zipper, so grand...
