wanted.
Nigel released her lips and pulled back to stare into her face. He was aroused and breathing hard, but he hadn't seen what he was hoping for in her eyes. His arousal dimmed, replaced with disappointment. He released her arms and stepped back.
“Did I hurt you?” He looked at her with concern.
She shook her head. “No. I was just surprised.”
“I had to find out if I stood a chance. After the photos of you and Torch going into your suite, I knew there would be a slim chance of me winning you from him if he had already slept with you.” Nigel ran a hand through his hair making his perfectly groomed locks a little messy. Isis couldn’t help but think the messy look really looked good on him. Then it hit her what he had just said.
“What photos? I didn’t sleep with Torch.”
Nigel pulled out his phone, showed her the early morning exclusive of her and Torch close together at her suite. The article said they had slept together. “He never came into my suite. He didn’t even kiss me.”
Nigel nodded as he put his phone away. “But I still do not stand a chance do I?”
She didn’t deny it. Nigel was a good male and deserved the truth. “I am so sorry, Nigel. You are perfect in every way. I just feel…I don’t feel that way for you. I don’t want to lose our friendship. I don’t have a lot of friends.”
He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I will always be your friend, Isis. I wish you and Torch all the best. But if he ever hurts you, I will come back and kick his ass.”
Nigel let her hand go and grunted at Torch who came bursting through the door searching for them. “Treat her right, flame boy." Then he stalked off.
Torch rushed to Isis’s side with concern. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine but are you okay?" She touched the bruise on his chin.
He took her in his arms. “Nothing that won’t heal." He had been stunned to be decked like that by a suit. By the time he came to his senses, he was told that Isis went outside to talk to Nigel. He was so worried that Nigel would take out his anger on his female. He sniffed Isis and caught Nigel’s arousal on her.
“He touched you?” Torch growled.
“He kissed me but then realized that it was pointless and stopped,” Isis told him, still gently caressing his cheek. She knew it shouldn’t matter but the fact his first concern had been for her safety, made the ice around her heart melt a little toward him.
“Why was it pointless?" Torch pulled back to stare into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Because I don’t want Nigel in that way. Only as a friend. He knows that now too. That he is not the male I want.”
He caressed her cheek. His voice was husky, “Who do you want, Isis?”
“You," she whispered as she leaned up on her toes to kiss him.
“Mmm…ouch, ouch!" Torch pulled back with frustration. “I think the bastard hit my lip too. Hurts like a son of a bitch!”
“Sorry." She looked at him with concern.
“Don’t ever be sorry for kissing me. Just be gentle for now. Then tonight, you can kiss me like you mean it.” He winked at her.
She giggled as she leaned up and gave him a very soft kiss. “Until tonight.”
Chapter Ten
“So where are you taking her?" Zen asked as he jogged on the treadmill next to Torch. He could go much faster but he set a steady pace to keep up with Torch.
“Don’t know yet," Torch said, gritting his teeth with anxiousness. He had to do something special, something different from what Nigel had done. So Isis would know just how much she meant to him.
“Dancing and dinner is always a good start," Zen offered.
“That is so typical. You need to do something else. Go to a movie, then you can pull her close and you don’t have to worry about talking," Hammer said, punching a bag.
Rage snorted, “Just take her back to your bedroom and don’t let her leave for at least twelve hours. By morning she will agree to be your mate.”
Zen chuckled. “I think he
Nigel released her lips and pulled back to stare into her face. He was aroused and breathing hard, but he hadn't seen what he was hoping for in her eyes. His arousal dimmed, replaced with disappointment. He released her arms and stepped back.
“Did I hurt you?” He looked at her with concern.
She shook her head. “No. I was just surprised.”
“I had to find out if I stood a chance. After the photos of you and Torch going into your suite, I knew there would be a slim chance of me winning you from him if he had already slept with you.” Nigel ran a hand through his hair making his perfectly groomed locks a little messy. Isis couldn’t help but think the messy look really looked good on him. Then it hit her what he had just said.
“What photos? I didn’t sleep with Torch.”
Nigel pulled out his phone, showed her the early morning exclusive of her and Torch close together at her suite. The article said they had slept together. “He never came into my suite. He didn’t even kiss me.”
Nigel nodded as he put his phone away. “But I still do not stand a chance do I?”
She didn’t deny it. Nigel was a good male and deserved the truth. “I am so sorry, Nigel. You are perfect in every way. I just feel…I don’t feel that way for you. I don’t want to lose our friendship. I don’t have a lot of friends.”
He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I will always be your friend, Isis. I wish you and Torch all the best. But if he ever hurts you, I will come back and kick his ass.”
Nigel let her hand go and grunted at Torch who came bursting through the door searching for them. “Treat her right, flame boy." Then he stalked off.
Torch rushed to Isis’s side with concern. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine but are you okay?" She touched the bruise on his chin.
He took her in his arms. “Nothing that won’t heal." He had been stunned to be decked like that by a suit. By the time he came to his senses, he was told that Isis went outside to talk to Nigel. He was so worried that Nigel would take out his anger on his female. He sniffed Isis and caught Nigel’s arousal on her.
“He touched you?” Torch growled.
“He kissed me but then realized that it was pointless and stopped,” Isis told him, still gently caressing his cheek. She knew it shouldn’t matter but the fact his first concern had been for her safety, made the ice around her heart melt a little toward him.
“Why was it pointless?" Torch pulled back to stare into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Because I don’t want Nigel in that way. Only as a friend. He knows that now too. That he is not the male I want.”
He caressed her cheek. His voice was husky, “Who do you want, Isis?”
“You," she whispered as she leaned up on her toes to kiss him.
“Mmm…ouch, ouch!" Torch pulled back with frustration. “I think the bastard hit my lip too. Hurts like a son of a bitch!”
“Sorry." She looked at him with concern.
“Don’t ever be sorry for kissing me. Just be gentle for now. Then tonight, you can kiss me like you mean it.” He winked at her.
She giggled as she leaned up and gave him a very soft kiss. “Until tonight.”
Chapter Ten
“So where are you taking her?" Zen asked as he jogged on the treadmill next to Torch. He could go much faster but he set a steady pace to keep up with Torch.
“Don’t know yet," Torch said, gritting his teeth with anxiousness. He had to do something special, something different from what Nigel had done. So Isis would know just how much she meant to him.
“Dancing and dinner is always a good start," Zen offered.
“That is so typical. You need to do something else. Go to a movie, then you can pull her close and you don’t have to worry about talking," Hammer said, punching a bag.
Rage snorted, “Just take her back to your bedroom and don’t let her leave for at least twelve hours. By morning she will agree to be your mate.”
Zen chuckled. “I think he
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