Returning to the kitchen she found Isais with his arms folded over his chest, leaning against the counter his phone in his hand and he was texting furiously.
“Where’s Fred?”
“I told him to go home and go back to bed. I got it from here. My security team is downstairs to take us to my place.”
“I could have gone back to Fred’s, or I can go to Elsie’s or Janka’s.”
“Is there something about my place you don’t like?”
“No,” she turned her nose up at him, “I love your house but it’s yours. I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s not an imposition. I want you there.” He reached out taking her bag from her fingertips. When she started towards the door, he grabbed her and yanked her close to him. “What are you doing?”
“I thought we were leaving.”
“Come here,” he tugged her until she
