Isla scrambled off the desk, knees wobbly as she hurried toward the door. I watched her tiny ass in that black skirt and felt a pang of disappointment.

Part of me had wanted her to hold her ground. Talk back with that same filthy energy, maybe even touch herself right there on my desk just to prove how turned on she was.

Instead she had crumbled.

I sat back down. "What exactly is this girl playing at?" She couldn't have changed toward me overnight for no reason.

That's when I saw it.

Her ...