He didn't speak, and the longer he kept quiet without saying a word, the more apprehensive Isadora became. Her legs shuffled back and forth as she struggled to meet his gaze in the heavy silence that filled the air.
Finally, Dante spoke—and it was the most unexpected thing she could have imagined hearing from his mouth, though it shouldn't have surprised her considering his character.
"You want to have sex? Now?" he asked calmly, his tone almost curious, his eyes slowly roving over her figure and the nightgown she wore, making her feel more self-conscious than she had ever felt in her life.
No!
"Yes!" she blurted out instead, her eyes flying wide when she saw him push back his chair and rise to his feet. Her heart thumped so loudly she swore she could hear it echo inside her skull.
Dante stepped out from behind his desk and headed past her, moving toward the bed with unhurried ease, while Isadora remained frozen in place—shocked that this was actually happening.
