Page 33 of For Love & Torture

But I do mind. I mind a whole hell of a lot.

Isabel’s hand covers mine. “Perhaps I could join you both, and we could all watch it.”

Her words hit me hard, like a baseball bat straight to the chest. “You want to watch a scene?” I don’t know why she affects me the way she does. I don’t understand any of what we have going on between us—what we’ve had between us since we first met. I just know I want her to be safe at all times. And the man who is staring at her again seems unsafe to me.

“What happened to the customer always being right?” the jackass has the nerve to ask.

With a deep breath, I nod and take Isabel’s hand in mine. “Of course. Come then, let’s head to the lounge and see what kind of trouble we can stir up in there.”

Isabel gives me a smile and a nod. “Good. This should be fun.”

Fun? I think it’s going to be excruciating torture to watch a scene with her while this motherfucker stares her down with his sinister gaze, which I can see right through.

But I’m not about to leave them on their own.

Off we go then…