The Runaway Groom

Isaac loosened his necktie and threw it nonchalantly on the desk. "What are you doing here?"

Irene eagerly strode forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I just wanted to see you. Am I not allowed to do so?"

Isaac gently lifted her chin. “Is that all you really want?"

Why did he have a hard time believing that?

Irene certainly came to him because of Lulu, and she wanted to take a trip over to Minerva.

Now, however, she had another cause for concern.

Even if she did have faith in Isaac after going through thick and thin together, she could not trust him blindly either and disregard the consequences.

As for the man himself...

She studied him just then.

He was a successful businessman, who was tall, dark, and handsome —and the epitome of all fantasies women had toward men!

but so was her family—she refused to let her

she purred coquettishly, tightening her arms around his waist while her dainty fingers fiddled with his collar buttons, brushing intermittently against his neck and

had been together long enough to understand each

her ear, "You should show some sincerity and

pressed gently against her neck, his

with him, his teasing still left Irene blushing and her throat parched. "You want me to prove it? Isn't me

and placed it on his belt buckle. Irene could snap

afraid

as she became afraid to look him in the

I'm dead

speechless—how was goading her to take his belt

the subject right then. "I saw you with a

stared at her for a beat. "Would you

"Yes," Irene admitted.

released her then. "Go home if there's nothing else. I'm busy." Irene was left

haven't told me who she

settled behind his desk, picked up a document