He exhaled slowly. “Glad to hear it.”
“Besides, you’re probably much better at power moves than I am. It goes along with being dangerous. I’m certain I could learn a few things from you.”
“It’s true.” He nodded. “I have had quite a bit of practice.”
Isabelle took another step back from him. “I’ll bet you have.”
“Problem?”
“Not at all.”
He took another deep inhale and let his breath out slowly. “I look forward to tomorrow night, Isabelle.”
“As do I.”
He backed up another step toward her office door, even though she could still see the faint outline of his impressive cock tenting his trousers. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Seven sharp.”
“I’ll be ready.” I’m ready now!
Warrick winked, then turned and exited her office, closing the door behind him. Isabelle’s knees went weak the second he left. She sidled past her desk and dropped into her swivel chair. Warrick was definitely the more dangerous of the two of them.
The jangle of her desk phone startled her. “Hello, Isabelle speaking.”
“It’s Colton.”
Her heart sped up again. “Hi, Colton. What’s up?”
“I wanted to hear your voice again, is all.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“Also, I’m looking forward to tomorrow night. I may come with Warrick to pick you up.”
“Fine by me. Where are we going, by the way?”
“Warrick’s house.”
Isabelle swallowed hard. Not a restaurant. Not a public place. “I’m sure it will be lovely.” Holy wow. Alone with Mr. I like power, too, while tucked away in his private domain might be a bad idea. Or it might be the best one ever.
“It will be.” Colton’s husky voice was so sexy and inviting, she pressed her legs together as her insides quivered with lust.
Was this coming date with them a mistake? Should she cancel it?
Isabelle closed her lips so she wouldn’t back out. She needed to suck it up. She wanted to see this through. She desired a chance to have them both even if only for one time.
“See you tomorrow night,” he said, his tone jovial and inviting.
“Yes. Tomorrow night.”
He hung up. Isabelle replaced the receiver and closed her eyes. Vision of Warrick and Colton danced behind her eyelids. If her time with these two exceptionally sexy men was possibly limited, Isabelle planned to enjoy every single moment.
She only hoped she wasn’t over her head, or worse, on the fast track to a broken heart.
Chapter Six
Colton left his cowhands early to get ready for his coming evening, planning to meet Warrick at his house before they drove over to pick Isabelle up.
Warrick was also cutting his day short to woo sweet Isabelle into their dark, demanding sexual lives.
It was very interesting that his friend was so taken with her. Often, Warrick seemed only barely connected to the women they’d been with in the past, leaving easily when the arranged scenario was over.
He’d never been disappointed in the least with their past sexual exploits. The previous short-lived affairs had been satisfying, and he’d enjoyed them without an iota of regret.
However, even in the short amount of time spent with Isabelle, Colton could tell this coming relationship was already very different.
She was special.
He’d felt it from the first time he’d laid eyes on her. But he never expected Warrick to feel the same way or to be so engaged, so intent, or so focused on any singular woman.
Isabelle was the exception to their rule. It had to be true.
If Colton had any say, he planned to let Warrick know how invested he already was. Maybe she was someone they could pursue on a more regular basis.
They didn’t have to get married or anything, but a one-and-done night of wild and crazy sex wasn’t exactly what he was looking for with Isabelle. He was smart enough to recognize he wanted more. Something longer lasting. A future? Maybe.
He got ready in record time and drove his truck to Warrick’s house a few minutes before he was supposed to be there.
Warrick was already outside waiting for him with his expensive sedan running. Colton parked his truck and opened the passenger front door of Warrick’s vehicle.
“About time,” Warrick said when he slid into the seat, a vent blasting warm air over his face as he closed the door.
He glanced at the dashboard clock. “What do you mean? Shit. I’m early. In fact, I didn’t even expect you to be here yet.”
“Well, maybe I’m anxious.” Warrick shifted the car into drive and exited his driveway using every single one of the few hundred horses contained in the car’s powerful engine to propel them toward their destination tonight.