Chapter 127 2 Crossing The Line🤤

• Isolde stood frozen just inside the suite, her heart hammering against her ribs as the stranger’s words hung heavy in the air between them. His warm breath brushed against her ear, sending shivers racing down her spine. She could smell his cologne. The scent was deep, woody, and masculine. And it made her head feel light.
• “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate. “Not from fear… but from want.”
• She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “This is crazy. I don’t even know your name.”