“Sorry about my dad,” Isabella said as she closed the door and walked into her room.
“Oh, it’s alright,” I answered, my voice slightly breathless. “He walked in on me changing by accident.”
My heart was still rapidly pounding from having Gareth’s eyes roam all over my exposed body. He had seemed angry—his nostrils flaring and his gray eyes narrowed—but I saw the lust he tried to hide.
My hands were still shaking as I smoothed down my purple miniskirt and tried to control my reaction around his daughter.
“Guess what came in the mail?” Isabella asked excitedly. She sat in the chair in front of her vanity and carefully placed three fancy-looking boxes on the glass surface.
