But unlike Grayson's effortless, casual smile, Isla sat rigid, cheeks flaming, posture frozen like a malfunctioning robot.
I know exactly what I meant by that. I just can't say it out loud without visualizing the whole thing.
My imagination is doing WAY too much work right now.
"Isla, you really are... a little unhinged, aren't you. Tsk." A slow smile spread across his sharp jaw, only making him more infuriatingly handsome.
He drove with effortless elegance, every inch of him polished, and that smile carried an unmistakably impure edge.
"!"
"How am I the unhinged one here?!" Isla flushed, shooting him a furious glare.
Watching her fluster only deepened his smile.
"Fine, settling the last six hundred dollars, then: my leg hair, or your husband's? Give me a real argument for why I'm
