Chapter 218
The gown's puffed sleeves felt ridiculously juvenile on Isabella. She’d never choose this style herself. Only Victoria’s provocation made her wear it. She headed to the bathroom with fresh clothes. The bedroom door swung open.
Click.
Nathaniel stepped inside. He shut the door behind him.
Isabella frowned. “You’re back. Where’s Christopher?”
“Finishing homework.” His reply was brief. His gaze traveled over her.
Her waves tumbled past her shoulders. The wedding dress highlighted her porcelain skin. It accentuated her unique elegance.
“Don’t change.” Nathaniel’s voice was soft. “Let me look at you a bit longer.”
Look longer? Was he serious?
“You’re breathtaking in that gown.” His tone turned husky. Deep and magnetic. Sincere. Mesmerizing.
Isabella’s cheeks warmed under his stare. Her pulse quickened. An unfamiliar nervousness gripped her.
Nathaniel watched the blush spread across her fair skin. He moved closer. Unconsciously leaning in.
The space between them vanished.
His earthy, masculine scent filled her senses. Her heart hammered wildly. She felt paralyzed. Unable to pull away.
Their lips were mere inches apart.
Suddenly…
Click.
The door burst open. Dominic rushed in. “Sir, there’s an urgent—”
He froze. His boss was about to kiss Ms. Montgomery! They moved fast!
“My apologies! I saw nothing!” Dominic stumbled backward. He slammed the door shut.
Isabella couldn’t believe it. She almost let Nathaniel kiss her. Worse, she hadn’t resisted. This wasn’t like her.
She decided to act normal. Grabbing her clothes, she turned toward the bathroom. After two steps, his hand caught her wrist.
He pulled her into a firm embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her waist. Holding her possessively.
“Isabella, I want to kiss you.”
Six words. Spoken in that deep, rough voice. Wild and captivating.
Isabella’s blush deepened. Her heart raced erratically. His voice and proximity were overwhelming. This couldn’t continue.
She tried to squirm free. A low warning sounded above her head. “Don’t move. I can’t promise I’ll stay controlled.”
His tone was arrogant. Full of possession. Laced with restraint. Isabella went still in his arms. Trapped.