Page 26 of Heart on Ice

“Pierre … Pierre,”I hear Issy’s voice beside my ear.

“Hhhhm, I wonder what it would be like to taste your lips again,” I say, reaching out to Issy as I thread my fingers through her hair.

“Pierre,” she shrieks, pushing me away.

Huh.

I sit up, shake my head, and rub my eyes from the dream I’d been having. The darkness of an unfamiliar room slowly comes into focus, and the sounds of sirens echo across the walls as reality returns and I look at a pissed off Issy.

“You’re in my room again.” My eyes narrow on her.

Issy rolls her eyes at me. “I’d been knocking for the past ten minutes and heard nothing, so ventured in, and next thing I know you’re accosting me.”

“That’s what you get for coming into my bedroom in the middle of the night.”

Issy glares at me. “It’s eight o’clock at night. I was trying to tell you dinner was ready, but maybe I should have just left you to sleep and starve,” she says, folding her arms across her chest. She’s gotten changed and is dressed in a white tee that molds to her curves and exposes her taunt nipples through the fabric. Maybe she’s not as unaffected by me as I think. She’s also got on a pair of gray sweats and no shoes. Her dark, straight hair is shoulder-length and loose, probably why I was able to run my fingers through it. She has no makeup on, that’s when I noticethe freckles she still has on her nose, the ones I used to count when we were in bed together. She hated them, but I loved them, so I’m glad she never got rid of them and only hides them with makeup.

“Thanks, I could do with a feed,” I say, rubbing my taut stomach.

“Good, it’s in the kitchen,” she says, then turns and disappears out of the bedroom. Her scent fills my room, she smells like dessert with her berrylicious scent.

A couple of moments later, I’m walking out of my room and head to the kitchen, when I enter, she is pulling my plate out of the food warmer box she has and places it on the kitchen counter. When she looks up, those dark eyes widen as she skims my body.

“Why are you naked?”

I run my hand down my abs. “I’m not naked.”

“You don’t have a shirt on.”

“You said to make myself at home.”

Her dark eyes narrow. “Manners would dictate wearing a shirt when coming for dinner at someone else’s home.”

I smirk at her, loving the way her cheeks heat as she argues with me. “You’re worried you won’t be able to resist all this,” I say, running my hand over my body, teasing her. “Your eyes don’t lie, princess.”

“Your ego knows no bounds, does it?” She huffs as she grabs cutlery from the drawer.

“And you’re only lying to yourself.”

Issy ignores me. “I ordered a steak and some steamed vegetables, I hope that’s okay. I didn’t know if you still ate like this during the off-season.”

“Thanks,” I say as she shoves the plate toward me.

“Are you not eating?” I ask, noticing there’s only a plate for one.

“I’m heading out.”

“Out?” I question her.

“Yeah, out.”

“With whom?”

“None of your business,” she snaps.

“You’ve got a date?” I ask.

“Again, none of your business,” she says, and the tips of her ears are bright red.

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