I’ve never danced with a man. I’ve never had a man built like a Greek god look at me the way he is—like he wants to devour and punish me at the same time. He holds me and dances like he did with Robyn. Where is Robyn? I think, and turn my head to search for her. A firm grip jerks my chin back, and I’m staring back into his chocolatey eyes. “I didn’t say you could look at her. You look at me.” I swallow and nod because I’m fucking lost. I’m down bad. “You’re not my client tonight, Isaiah. You’re just mine.”
