For some reason, Isla's own words from minutes ago came flooding back to her.
I said I loved his leg hair. And now I'm standing here staring at his actual leg hair.
She was struck by how eerily similar Grayson's legs looked to the imaginary "husband" she'd invented must run in whatever gene pool these two shared.
Isla stood frozen, mind completely blank. Thank god the real Grayson Vale hadn't heard any of that ridiculous phone call, or he'd genuinely think she had some kind of fetish.
"Translator Bennett, are my legs really that impressive? Or is it specifically the leg hair you're into?"
Grayson's voice came out low, teasing, unmistakably wicked.
Isla: "..."
The AUDACITY.
She looked up, ready to argue, face flooding with mortified fury.
I did NOT say that. I did NOT mean that.
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