Staring into those wicked, dangerous eyes, Isla's face went completely rigid, lips twitching, expression frozen in place.
Wait. WAIT. Isla flashed back instantly to that first night at the estate the outfit he'd sent to her room. The one she'd been humiliated into wearing.
Shame and fury flooded her at once, her small hands gripping the fabric of her pants where they rested on her knees.
Her nosy, gossipy energy from a moment ago evaporated instantly, like someone had doused her with ice water.
Grayson caught her expression cycling through red and white in rapid succession, and correctly guessed exactly what she was thinking about.
That first night really did leave an impression.
A beat later, Isla cleared her throat twice to cover the awkwardness, forcing herself back into composure
