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No, Isabella definitely didn't seem like that.

"I need to think about it," Isabella said now.

What?

I thought I had misheard.

Think about it?

What the hell was there to think about?

Either Isabella wanted to or she didn't.

Isabella slowly stood up. "I'll let you know tomorrow," she said, looking at me. This time, I couldn't discern what her eyes were telling me. "I need some time to think. This isn't just any ordinary offer."

Time to think?

Why the hell?

I didn't let my thoughts show. In situations like these, it was best to show understanding. That would surely increase my chances of a positive answer.

"No problem. Take your time to think it over," I said with a slightly husky voice and slowly approached Isabella. I raised my hand and brushed my thumb over her full lips. They parted slightly, and for a moment, I thought Isabella might change her mind and spend the night with me, as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

This was the right moment to lean forward, whisper in Isabella's ear "I'd be delighted if you accept my offer," gently nibble on her earlobe, and then take a step back.

And that's exactly what I did.

I was satisfied to see that Isabella's eyes held the same look as last night.

Nevertheless, she blinked twice now. The look disappeared. Isabella nodded at me and walked to the elevator. When she pressed the button, the doors opened, and Isabella vanished from my sight.

I clenched my fists.

She had to accept the offer.

She just had to.

Chapter 13 ~ Isabella ~

Cooleveningair.Finally.

As I stepped out of the elevator at the foot of the skyscraper where Carter's apartment was located, I was grateful for the fresh breeze that blew in my face on this spring evening. It was already dark. The streets around me were brightly lit, and the headlights of passing cars painted the same pattern over and over on the street and sidewalk.

I slowly walked down the street. I had come on foot. It was quite a trek to my place, but the walk would do me good. It gave me time to think about what Carter had just told me.

$50,000 for playing the role of the woman by his side for a week!

As I hurried along the street behind other pedestrians, I pinched my right cheek lightly. This wasn't a dream, was it? I shook my head.

No, this was reality. My cheek now burned slightly, and it was still a lukewarm spring evening in New York. And I had just been at Carter's. He had looked damn sexy, waiting for me in his apartment. When I had stepped out of the elevator, I could have sworn I saw pure desire and lust in his eyes.

Just like on the night we had spent together in the hotel.

And even as I was leaving, Carter had wanted me. Quite clearly. Yesterday, he had gotten an erection with each of our touches. And today was certainly no different. At this thought, my core began to burn slightly, and my body tingled.

I pinched my cheek again.

Isabella Abbott! You should be thinking about what this offer means for you right now! $50,000 for playing Carter's future wife for a week.

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