Isla wakes up relaxed and happy, just like every other day this week. The arrangement with Taz seems to work to an extent. They can sleep in the same bed to make the animal parts content and thus gaining the much needed rest. But at the same time it’s pure torture. She wants him so bad and he hasn’t even kissed her yet. This s****l frustration will slowly turn her into a real b***h. ‘Keep that in mind. It might be useful tonight. Show your claws and don’t be afraid to fight dirty.’ Her bear remarks. ‘Good one. Thank you.’ She tells her bear and smiles wickedly.
“Should I be afraid of that smile?” Taz asks her.
“No. Not you.” Isla says as she turns to him. “It’s Sunday. I’m just sharpening my claws for tonight.”
“Ok. I guess, I’ll be waiting here with a bottle of champagne to celebrate
