Drake composed himself and opened the door for Isadora. For God's sake, what the hell is she wearing? He grimaced.

Isadora sauntered into his room, dressed in a thin chemise gown, so translucent that it left nothing to the imagination.?

He crossed his arms over his chest, averting his gaze. A slow smile curved Isadora's mouth. There was no other way she liked seeing Drake than half-naked.

"Have I caught you at a bad time?" Her gaze traveled his form. "It looks ...