Isabella walked out her front door knowing she looked good. The burgundy silk pantsuit fit her to a tee and made her already long legs appear even longer. She wore a long black coat she left unbuttoned, so the torso of the outfit was exposed. It draped provocatively, loosely exposing a flash of skin with each step and then sliding back to hide her flesh again.
She saw the appreciative gaze of the man leaning against the fancy car and drank in his appearance. His barrel chest was perfectly fitted in a suit jacket and a deep navy shirt opened at the collar. He had dark trousers which hugged his narrow waist, and his long legs were kicked out as he watched her approach him. He looked arrogant and very aware of how damn good he looked. His sandy hair was slicked back, and his green eyes watch
