She had finished with her shower and was walking back to the bedroom.  While she attempted to tuck her towel around her breasts she started whistling, completely oblivious to her surroundings or to the fact that Sean sat on the bed staring at her, holding her pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

 

“Isabelle.  Care to explain to me what you’re doing here?”  Sean snapped the words out at her.

 

She froze, and was so startled by him she screamed and dropped her towel.  Their eyes met then.  Neither one of them moved.  Her face that had turned instantly pale from her fright was now turning several shades of pink.  She wanted to say something.  She knew she should say or do something.  Otherwise he would think she was still just a scared little girl who was playing games with him.  But the words wouldn’t come. 

 

His impatience was evident.  “Izzy?  I’m waiting.”

 

Say something.  You’re standing here naked for crying out loud.  Say something, anything.

 

“Jesus, you just gonna stand there?  Say something damn it!”  He shouted at her.

 

Why was he so angry?  Was he still mad about Prom night?  No, it was something else.  Something in his eyes was different.  She had never seen them so striking.  The chocolate brown of his irises which normally looked decadent now glimmered with something else.  Something she didn’t recognize. 

 

Sean got up from the bed and came towards her, his anger very clearly portrayed on his face.  “Why are you doing this to me?”  He asked as he raised the handcuffs and dangled them in front of her face.  “Do you think this is a game?”

 

“What?  No, no I swear.  Sean please don’t be angry with me.”  Finally, it’s about time she said something.

 

“Don’t be angry?  Are you kidding me?  You’re playing games with me little girl.  How am I supposed to react?”  His face loomed just over hers.

 

“I am not playing games with you.  Damn you Sean.  I’m standing here naked for Christ sakes..”  She waved her hands around her body to prove her statement.

 

He looked down at her and the arousal that was already building inside of him suddenly burst inside until every part of him ached to touch every inch of her.  He looked at her lean curvaceous body and involuntarily licked his lips.

 

She watched him as his eyes studied her body.  Heat singed her skin with every second that he stared.  She stood still and waited for him to decide what he was going to do next.  Her plan had changed by his unexpected arrival home.  She was not going to be able to handcuff herself to his bed, wearing only the teddy, after she had hidden the key, of course.  He was going to have to choose now.  Please let him choose me, she silently prayed.

 

He muttered a curse and brought his gaze back up to her face.  “Damn you.  How much am I supposed to be able to take Izzy?  I’m trying to do the right thing here.”  He turned away from her.  “Please leave.”

 

He wanted her, she could tell.  She could see the torture in his eyes.  He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.