“Relax,” I tell him after we get our drinks. “I can’t,” he replies, squeezing the glass between his hands. “Just act like you would if I was any other woman.” When he laughs, I can’t help but smile. “What’s so funny?” His sexy blue eyes land on my face, and my body starts to relax in his gaze. “Isabel, if I treated you like I treat other women, we’d be fucking by now.” Well, okay, then. “Good point,” I mutter before taking a sip of my drink.
