Chapter 20 The Snake

• Bryan
• When I stepped into my office, I groaned immediately when I noticed Isobel — her blonde hair framing her face, and her clothes once again too small to fit her figure properly. The short skirt left little to the imagination, and her breasts were one sneeze away from breaking free of the dress's tight confines. I would never be with this woman, regardless of whether I had a mate or not.
• "What are you doing here, Isobel? Aren't you supposed to be... anywhere else?" I grumbled as I walked around her to sit in my chair.