“Not always wild,” I declare in the end, giving her something of an answer.
I’ve been kinky in the past, but I’ve always had to hold myself back.
Until now.
Until her.
“I see.” A smile spreads across her face. “Is that because I’m the youngest woman you’ve ever been with?”
I say nothing.
I’m stunned to the core.
I don’t know what to say.
“I did think that our age difference would be an issue, but I guess it’s not, right? I mean, for me, it isn’t. But then I don’t usuallyfuck around.”
Ah, so she was hurt by that.
“No, I didn’t take you for someone who fucks around, Isabella.”
She shoots me a pointed look.
“And you?” she asks, no longer looking at me. “Do you fuck around a lot? Just… you know, think I should know.”
Ooh she’s good.
“You sure you’re in the right line of business, Isabella? Because if you weren’t a nurse, I think you could be an interrogator.”
She huffs with irritation. “Just trying to find out more about you, that’s all. Just want to know more about you and what you’re into, you know. How much you… you know, like me or whatever…”
She’s mumbling now, but I can pick up on every word.
I think she might be a little bit worried about how much she’s falling for me.
Same.
I’m worried about my feelings as well.
Which is exactly why I can’t give her a straight answer. There’s no need to make this worse.
Instead I rise up to my feet, following my urge to nuzzle her neck. Isabella’s breath hitches and her heart rate kicks up as I lean down and swipe her hair to one side so I can inhale her deeply.
Fuck, she smells incredible.
I edge in closer to her, pressing my whole body up against her, but that’s the moment she freezes.
Something has changed in her for sure.
“The food will burn,” she tells me in a raspy voice. “I need to focus.”
Fuck.
Well, I guess if she’s not in the mood, then what can I do?
I thought the sex chat would turn her on, but maybe she’s jealous imagining me with other women.
Not my intention, but she’s the one who brought it up.
I back off, heading to my room for a moment. Maybe I can get some answers.
I haven’t had to use the security cameras much, only when she’s making me worry, like right now.
I flick back through time, watching Isabella wander around the cabin, looking bored and utterly unimpressed until she spots the cupboard I’m guessing she hasn’t seen before.
Mycupboard.
I sit up a little straighter as I watch her start to rifle through it, diving into parts of my life I’m not ready to share.
Oh God, she’s seen the letters.
She’s read the letters.
She knows about the darkness from my past that I really don’t like to talk about.
I don’t know how to feel about that.
I can see in Isabella’s face that she’s pitying me, probably thinking that I lost my soul mate, the one true love of my life.
Little does she know that no one was supposed to be able to open up my heart again, but she’s somehow managed to do it.
I thought it was impossible, but my feelings are flooding to the surface once more.
I kinda wonder if I should go out and talk to Isabella about this, maybe fill her in with the details, let her ask all the questions that I’m sure she has.
But I don’t go right away… I remain in the bedroom, watching her.
Oh fuck.
I forgot about what else was in that cupboard to be honest, because I haven’t looked in there for a very long time. I always just wanted to keep it until the moment was right and I felt strong enough to go through it all, but as Isabella spots it, I remember it all.
The gun.
Fuck.
Watching Isabella panic as she spots it isn’t great.
I never really wanted her to worry that her life was in danger with me because I brought her here to protect her. To keep her away from the guns and the danger that people like Henry and Vincenzo possess.
I didn’t mean to bring her right into the middle of it here, in my cabin in the woods.
Once upon a time, I was going to give her to Vincenzo, until I got to talk to her. Until I got to know her.
Ever since then I’ve always wanted to keep her safe.
She panics again when she hears the car pulling up, which means this has only just happened.
She puts the letters and my documents away, but stuffs the gun in her pants.
No wonder she didn’t want me to get too close to her.
She’s out there, with the gun, which now means…
Well, she could end this whenever she wants.
I stare at my bedroom door, wondering if she’s going to murder me over dinner. I think she knows that I have had her best interests at heart, but I’m sure the gun changed everything.
I swallow hard.
What do I do?
I’m obviously not going to go out there on the attack, but I also need to keep one eye open. I will have to make sure that Isabella doesn’t do anything crazy.
She doesn’t even know that her family is in the country yet, and now I don’t know if I should tell her because that might lead to a bullet in my brain.
Fuck, this just got a hundred times more complicated.