"Well, if you're coming with, you're not wearing a royal gown like that." Alexander stated firmly, striding up to Isabelle with purposeful steps. He grabbed hold of her shoulders, and with one gentle but firm push, spun her around.
Her cheeks colored with a blush.
Normally such a direct act would have made her squawk and swat at her husband playfully, but there was nothing remotely suggestive or sexy about the gesture - nor was it violent. The grip was tight, but not painful or overly strong.
Still, Alexander was only wearing black pants and a gray tunic. He was obviously already dressed down and casual for what he planned to do. It made the behavior feel more intimate than it needed to be.
That. And she couldn't help but think about how nice his ass looked in those slacks.
...wait.
What?
She wasn't thinking about Alexander's butt right now!
She was worrying! About important stuff!
Damn her horny libido...!
Focus...focus...
No! Bad! Mind out of gutter!
