Husband With Benefits
Chapter 385: Really (2)

Chapter 385: Really (2)

Instead of walking away, Ian chose to step inside, casually leaning against the wall. "Well, you might not be jealous but let me be honest with you—I’m completely jealous of anyone who gets to see you tonight. I can’t fathom why you picked that killer dress, but just the idea of you stepping out like that has me burning with envy. I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere. But don’t mind me. You can continue, I won’t be disrupting your plans."

Isabella stared at the man. He was jealous? What for? But she was not going to ask. Knowing Ian Frost, he would keep on finding ways to keep her here all night, caught between his net of words until she forgot everything and stayed there. Nah! She wasn’t going to fall for his trickery. "Fine! Suit yourself. I’ll be leaving. You can close the door when you are ready to go."

With that, she turned back, walked to her room, grabbed the little clutch and marched out," I’m going. Bye."

"Wait a minute." Ian stopped her, stepping into her path.

Isabella smirked. She knew it! Ian Frost may sound like he was letting you have your way but he was too crafty to let anyone do that. It was always his way or no way!

"What?"

"Are you going out like that?"

"No. I wore the dress for modelling it at home! Of course, I am going out like this."

"I’m not talking about the dress doll. I’m talking about your bare..."

Isabella frowned. She knew the dress left a lot of bare skin on display but did the man have to point that out? And what right did he have to question her about her clothing choice. As she got in a huff, ready to scold him, he finished his words... "...feet."

Isabella blinked and then glanced down at her feet, realization dawning on her. She had meticulously planned her outfit, and here she was, ready to make a grand exit without a stitch on her feet.

Ian couldn’t help but chuckle at her horrified expression. "Well, going barefoot might make a fashion statement, but I think you would be in a lot of pain tomorrow. Or maybe not. From what I’ve heard those heels that you like to wear are not quite feet-friendly..."

Isabella shot him a glare. "This is all your fault distracting me!"

Ian grinned, unabashedly enjoying the situation. "Blame it on me then. But don’t worry, I have a solution."

Using the perfect excuse, the man directly walked into her house and then to her bedroom while Isabella stood there muttering to herself about her own stupidit*. She’d actually forgotten to wear shoes!

Soon, he returned holding a pair of heels in his hand. Isabella glanced at those frowned and decided she really did not like Ian Frost! The man could be bad at something, couldn’t he? He’d chosen the perfect pair that would go with the dress.

Making a face, she walked forward to take the heels from him but instead he took them away from her reach, holding the shoes away from her.

"What? Now you want to wear my heels?" Isabella frowned, glancing at the time. Already the man had been here for twenty minutes and showed to signs of leaving or letting her leave.

"Sit," Ian ordered calmly, gesturing towards the couch with a nod of his head.

She wanted to protest and she would have but there was something in his eyes that stopped her. As if her feet had a mind of their own, they moved her there and soon she was sitting on the couch with Ian kneeling in front of her.

She watched as his hands wrapped around her ankle, the touch feather-light yet purposeful and felt a delicate shiver as he gently slipped her feet into the gladiator heels. His fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary, and Isabella couldn’t ignore the electric charge that seemed to spark between them as goosebumpes covered her, making her shiver.

Ian looked up at her in this moment and she felt the world melt away. Ever so slowly, he started to thread the straps around her calves, looping them around her as his fingers continue to graze her skin, leaving a trail of heat on her skin. He did the same to the other leg with deliberate slowness and as the air continued to thicken aroudn them, Isbaella had long forgotten her irritation with him as well as his date with another woman and her own plans.

Her entire being was focused on Ian’s hands which were now resting on her knees, his thumb casually stroking her skin there. "You’ve got the most beautiful legs, doll." Her eyes widened as he slowly leaned his close to her, making her wonder what he would do. And when his lips slowly touched the inside of her thigh, she was almost ready to surrender.

It was the ringing of her cell phone that brought her back to reality, shaking her. As she jerked, his hands on her knees tightened and he watched as she fumbled with the purse in her hand, taking out her phone.

Isabella tried to move her legs away even as she answered the phone and as a friend spoke from the phone, asking her about her plans, she watched as Ian’s head dipped low again, kissing her on the other thigh.

With a shiver, she mumbled something into the phone and disconnected it before pushing at his shoulder as she murmured," Ian... Let me go."

Ian smiled smugly at her as he shrugged his shoulders, simply leaning away from her," Go, doll. I said I won’t be disrupting your plans."

What was he doing if not disrupting? Isabella wanted to ask the question but avoided that. No talking or else, she reminded herself and simply stood up on shaky legs. " Nice. I like the thongs, doll." she heard him murmur.

Isabella quickly moved away from him and glared at him," You pervert! How can you stare under my dress."

"Hey! I was just sitting here. You can’t blame me!"

"Do not engage." Isabella reminded herself and quickly walked towards the door. Only to be stopped by his voice as he called her name once again.

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