want her. By the feel of what was pressing behind his pants against her stomach, he wanted her a hell of a lot. She liked that.
“I don’t have a problem with you…when you are not being an ass. I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. But there is Nigel. I am supposed to be dating him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”
“Are you in love with Nigel?” Torch looked at her worriedly.
“No.” Isis shook her head. “I was just getting to know him.”
“Has he told you that he is in love with you?” Torch held his breath.
“No. But we have only went out on one date so far.” Where was he going with this?
“Then your feelings aren’t involved yet, and therefore, his feeling won’t be hurt.”
She was having a hard time arguing with his logic. She was about to say something else when the music stopped and a female GCFA representative used a microphone to make an announcement.
*****
“Hello, everyone, on behalf of the GCFA we want to welcome you. Tonight marks a special moment that will not soon be forgotten. Two of our own have made their intentions for one another open and clear." The female looked their way. Oh great, more publicity.
“Have you made your first date plans? The GCFA would like to pay to take you guys anywhere you would like.”
Isis cleared her throat. “We haven’t planned…”
Torch interrupted her. “We will have our first date tomorrow evening. Unfortunately, we won’t be announcing where we are going because we want our privacy." Isis looked up at him in shock.
There was flashes as reporters were taking their picture. Isis had to quickly school her expression and smile up at him.
The female rep lifted her glass. “Torch and Isis, we raise our glasses to your new relationship, may it blossom and grow, and may there be a mating sometime in your futures.” Isis was floored. A mating?
Everyone raised their glasses at the toast. Once the toast was over people went back to enjoying the party, but Isis could still feel eyes glancing her way and heard whispers throughout the room. She was the focus of this attention and she didn’t like it. Isis felt a little dizzy.
“I need to leave," she whispered to Torch.
Torch guided her across the room and out of the banquet doors. “Let me walk you back to your suite." She just nodded and followed him to the elevators. He kept her close to him until the elevator doors closed. “Are you okay?”
“I just…don’t like to be the focus of so much attention,” she admitted.
“Then you picked the wrong job, honey." He pulled her tight against him and rubbed circles on her back.
She relaxed at his touch. They got out on Isis’s floor and walked to her suite. She opened the door and paused looking up at him. She expected him to swoop down and kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, maybe try to get to second base. But he didn’t. All he did was stare into her eyes, lean forward so their breaths mingled. They barely touched but she felt like it went straight to her soul.
“Torch," she whispered his name.
“Tomorrow night, I will pick you up. Wear something comfortable." He touched his lips to hers briefly then left her standing there looking after him.
She touched her lips with her fingertips and sighed. No wonder females fell at his feet. He was sexy and dangerous. “What am I going to do?”
Chapter Nine
Isis decided to have breakfast in her suite. She didn’t want to run into any reporters and she didn’t want to have to answer anyone’s questions. Shit, she was so confused herself, she wouldn’t know any answers to give. She would have happily remained in her suite the whole day, but she had morning practice. She turned on the TV on the wall to watch the news.
She froze in place. Isis could hear her heart pounding and heat rising throughout her body from shock and fear. There stood Ishop, he was posing at a dignitary party. He looked the same as before, tall and blonde, physically beautiful.
“I don’t have a problem with you…when you are not being an ass. I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. But there is Nigel. I am supposed to be dating him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”
“Are you in love with Nigel?” Torch looked at her worriedly.
“No.” Isis shook her head. “I was just getting to know him.”
“Has he told you that he is in love with you?” Torch held his breath.
“No. But we have only went out on one date so far.” Where was he going with this?
“Then your feelings aren’t involved yet, and therefore, his feeling won’t be hurt.”
She was having a hard time arguing with his logic. She was about to say something else when the music stopped and a female GCFA representative used a microphone to make an announcement.
*****
“Hello, everyone, on behalf of the GCFA we want to welcome you. Tonight marks a special moment that will not soon be forgotten. Two of our own have made their intentions for one another open and clear." The female looked their way. Oh great, more publicity.
“Have you made your first date plans? The GCFA would like to pay to take you guys anywhere you would like.”
Isis cleared her throat. “We haven’t planned…”
Torch interrupted her. “We will have our first date tomorrow evening. Unfortunately, we won’t be announcing where we are going because we want our privacy." Isis looked up at him in shock.
There was flashes as reporters were taking their picture. Isis had to quickly school her expression and smile up at him.
The female rep lifted her glass. “Torch and Isis, we raise our glasses to your new relationship, may it blossom and grow, and may there be a mating sometime in your futures.” Isis was floored. A mating?
Everyone raised their glasses at the toast. Once the toast was over people went back to enjoying the party, but Isis could still feel eyes glancing her way and heard whispers throughout the room. She was the focus of this attention and she didn’t like it. Isis felt a little dizzy.
“I need to leave," she whispered to Torch.
Torch guided her across the room and out of the banquet doors. “Let me walk you back to your suite." She just nodded and followed him to the elevators. He kept her close to him until the elevator doors closed. “Are you okay?”
“I just…don’t like to be the focus of so much attention,” she admitted.
“Then you picked the wrong job, honey." He pulled her tight against him and rubbed circles on her back.
She relaxed at his touch. They got out on Isis’s floor and walked to her suite. She opened the door and paused looking up at him. She expected him to swoop down and kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, maybe try to get to second base. But he didn’t. All he did was stare into her eyes, lean forward so their breaths mingled. They barely touched but she felt like it went straight to her soul.
“Torch," she whispered his name.
“Tomorrow night, I will pick you up. Wear something comfortable." He touched his lips to hers briefly then left her standing there looking after him.
She touched her lips with her fingertips and sighed. No wonder females fell at his feet. He was sexy and dangerous. “What am I going to do?”
Chapter Nine
Isis decided to have breakfast in her suite. She didn’t want to run into any reporters and she didn’t want to have to answer anyone’s questions. Shit, she was so confused herself, she wouldn’t know any answers to give. She would have happily remained in her suite the whole day, but she had morning practice. She turned on the TV on the wall to watch the news.
She froze in place. Isis could hear her heart pounding and heat rising throughout her body from shock and fear. There stood Ishop, he was posing at a dignitary party. He looked the same as before, tall and blonde, physically beautiful.
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