Bad girl. We are not doing this again. It’s like feeding a stray cat.He was here for a treat this morning, but I probably wasn’t the only one feeding him.
The coffee soured in my stomach. I wasn’t jealous, I just wasn’t interested in being one of many.
I took my mug back, gulping it down before I gave him the impression he had an effect on me. He did, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Not a morning person?” He asked, studying my expression too closely.
“Not an uninvited guests type of person, actually.”
His breath hit my cheek, and that salt spray and woodsy scent of him filled my lungs. This man had no concept of personal space. “That’s not what you said last time.”
“That’s because last time I was under the impression it wasourlast time.”
Every time was supposed to be the last, but for some reason I just kept letting him in.
He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. “You’re sick of me too?”
My breath caught, excitement gathering in my lower belly.
Who could get sick of a man like you?
I mentally stomped on that thought. I could get sick of Isaac the same way I got sick of any other man. Right now, he was attentive. Charming. Pushy but not aggressive.
He was also a total player. Obviously unsatisfied with what he had, which was why he was always pursuing someone new.
So, what was he doing back here—again?
The man had an ego a mile wide. Getting kicked out of my house a dozen times hadn’t deterred him at all.
But if he thought I was going to let him show up here whenever he pleased just to get his d—
“That’s what I thought.” Isaac shoved his way past me, adding a second mug to the counter and pouring his own cup of coffee.
He took mine next, adding extra coffee and cream before handing it back to me. I was once again mesmerized by him, accepting the cup in a daze. His palm encircled my hand, lifting the mug to my lips and watching me swallow.
When he spoke his voice was raspy and dark. “You’re going to need to change.”
Undress.That was what he meant. Usually he was more demanding, but maybe this was a new game.
I licked my lips. “Am I?”
“Yup.” He found a spoon, stirring his coffee, completely unaffected by my seductive tone. “Jeans and a T-shirt, if you’ve got ‘em.”
Wait a minute— “What? Why?”
Isaac took his time, taking a slow swig of coffee before answering, “So you don’t ruin those nice silk pajamas. And because you’ll make some old timer fall off the jetty and drown if you show up in that.”
He took my shoulders, turning me toward the bedroom. I went before I could think better of it.
He gave my ass a playful smack when my steps faltered. “Wouldn’t be a bad way to go.”
I swatted his hand away. “What are you talking about?”
“Do you really want to know?” He loomed over me, crowding me into the door frame.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then be a good girl, and get dressed.”