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further. It wasn t like she was happy about the situation herself. Some
stupid, jealous dryad had taken her one, secret fear and turned it into a
debilitating weakness. She cracked her knuckles. Oh, yeah, when she
got home&
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Chapter Seventeen
It was damned hard to keep from snatching Isola close and
showing her exactly who she belonged to. If she d been any other
woman, he might ve done exactly that, but she was an Amazon with
an attitude. She d knock his head off if she knew what he was
thinking.
It wasn t easy, though. Just the thought of her flirting out of
boredom with another male was enough to make him see red. The
logical part of his brain understood she hadn t told him to make him
jealous, she d just wanted to explain where her thoughts were headed.
He got that. He didn t have to like it though.
The rest of the ride to his house was silent and, on his part, angry.
Isola seemed wonderfully oblivious to his mood, or she was just
ignoring him. Sliding a look at her, he decided on the latter. She was
very good at pretending she didn t know he was sitting next to her and
that annoyed the shit out of him.
Braking in front of his house harder than he needed to, he ignored
the indignant glare she sent him. Yeah, he was in a bad mood.
I need to do some chores, he muttered as he slammed the truck
door closed. I should be back in a couple of hours.
Without waiting for her to respond, he headed for the barn at the
back of his property. He needed some alone time where a man could
think.
A few hours turned into most of the night because he couldn t
bring himself to go near her yet. The need to conquer and possess
rode him hard, warring with his logic. Even banging tools and
equipment around didn t help much and Grant had a feeling that the
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only that would make this need go away was to make Isola his own.
Permanently.
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The next day, Izzy had to admit she was bored out of her mind.
When Grant had taken off for his barn, he hadn t appeared until
nearly dawn. She d gone to check on him a couple of times, but all
the banging and cursing in the wooden building told her he was
working. Now, whether he d been working on an actual task or
working off his moodiness, she couldn t tell, but she d left him alone.
And people said she didn t know how to give others space.
It hadn t been easy though. Really. Like this morning. When she d
stumbled into the living area, Grant was there looking as sexy and
edible as ever. His smile had been a little tighter than usual, but it
wasn t enough for her to make a big deal out of it. Actually, there
were so many things she liked about him, she wouldn t have minded
if he had glared at her all day.
Because the minotaur was too fucking cute. For instance, he
cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner and didn t expect her to help,
which she wouldn t have done anyway. Her idea of cooking was to
grab a dozen candy bars and chow down. At home, food was cooked
by the men paying their tithes and she never had to go near the
cooking fire except to eat. It didn t hurt that Grant was also a great
chef. She called him a chef because Grant managed to cook meals
without meat and made them so good she didn t even notice the lack.
Rosetta would laugh her ass off if she could see Izzy now.
Then, as if it wasn t bad enough that Grant was like this cooking
guru, he was a hard worker. All day long, he d sat in front of his
laptop with his reading glasses perched on his nose and gone over
expense reports, assignment case files, and the schematics of the
upcoming Ball. Those glasses made him look like a naughty
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professor, and it took considerable willpower not to ask him to spank
her. She shook her head and concentrated on something else.
She& admired him. He was smart, efficient, and good-natured.
She liked the way he dealt with his employees, being both stern and
friendly. That assistant of his seemed too friendly in Izzy s opinion,
but Grant didn t notice, so she didn t say anything.
Flipping through television stations, Izzy felt like a complete
slacker compared to the minotaur. Of course, she was constantly
fighting a raging case of lust, but that didn t count for much compared
to his accomplishments. He was a business owner, a very successful
one who also kept his ranch in tip-top shape. She had trouble keeping
up with oil changes on her car. She d never thought herself as lacking
in anything before, but she hadn t met someone like Grant before
either.
Irritated at her thoughts, she tossed the remote to the side. Grant
was on the phone with one of his employees.
She was so fucking bored!
She really wanted to take care of the itch being around Grant gave
her. She was so fucking horny, she felt like a teenage boy on prom
night. It was pathetic!
Izzy eyed the room she considered hers. Her BOB was in
there& if she could get Grant out of the house for a little while, she
could handle up on this lust. Her nipples tingled at the thought of an
orgasm. It wouldn t be the same as getting an orgasm from Grant, but
sometimes a girl had to make do with what she had at& her hand. But
she needed Grant to leave. Izzy was loud when she was feeling
perfectly fine. She was a screamer when she had an orgasm.
So without fulfillment, she met Grant for lunch, trying to ignore
how attractive he was and how much she wanted to go all cowgirl on
him. The food was good, of course, but later, sitting across from
Grant, she couldn t remember a thing she ate.
Grant shifted in his recliner, the same recliner he d masturbated in
three days before, not that she was thinking of it or anything. He wore
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those reading glasses perched on his nose as they tried to find a link
between the kidnapping attempt and his company s winning bid. The
stubborn bull seemed to think that was the only reason someone
would want to hurt him.
Izzy knew better though. If the person after him was who she
thought he was, Grant only had to have a passing acquaintance with
someone of power and he d be a target. Of course, being the owner of
the security company in charge of the Ball meant Grant was in a very
important position. He d have the lives of some of the most prominent
Veilerians in his care. That would be enough to make Ormond cream
his pants.
She couldn t tell Grant any of that though. She d taken an oath to
keep any information she heard to herself and her word was her bond,
which was why this bet killed her. If she slipped just once and begged
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