Isla leaned back unthinkingly, and a forlorn sigh escaped her as she found herself staring at Sean’s devilishly handsome face. “You really are too good looking, Sean.” It had already been bad enough the first time she caught a glimpse of him at the lobby, but now that he had also introduced her to the pleasure of his touch –
An image, a vivid memory, flashed in her mind – Sean thrusting his tongue inside of her pussy – and her breath quickened.
Oh dear Lord.
If things continued at this rate, she’d be his willing sex slave before sunrise.
There had to be something she could do to make him less attractive.
Right?
Sean raised a brow when a thoughtful expression crossed Isla’s face as she slowly reached for him. “Isla?”
She started mussing his hair like he was her long-lost pet.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Her hands didn’t stop moving as she answered him in absent-minded fashion, “Making you ugly.”
“I see.”
A look of frustration flitted over her features, and her hands stilled. “It’s not working.”
“I’m sorry for that,” Sean felt obliged to say.
“You’re forgiven,” Isla answered vaguely while reaching for him again.
She then started furiously rubbing his eyebrows, and Sean’s lips compressed together in an effort to contain his amusement. “Is this another, err, method?”
“Do you know how much women spend just to have the perfect shape and thickness for their eyebrows?” she asked in the same vague tone. “It’s just not fair that yours are naturally flawless---”
“What the---” Sean sputtered when he felt her actually try plucking his eyebrows with her bare fingers. “Will you stop that!”
“But why?” Isla glowered. “You said you wanted to help me.”
“Getting rid of my brows will help you?” he choked out.
“It’s the key to your aesthetic deterioration, yes.”