Chapter 726

Harrison vanished from view in an instant.

Nathaniel turned to Isabella with a raised brow. "Well? What's your brilliant plan now?"

Isabella crossed her arms. "I'll arrange a companion for you."

Nathaniel shot up from his seat. "We're still legally married, and you're pimping me out already?"

She met his glare without flinching. "You must be thrilled. This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"

Nathaniel's jaw tightened.

He ground his teeth before spitting out, "Fine. Get me someone."

Isabella tilted her head. "Any preferences?"

A dangerous smirk curled his lips. "Someone like you."

"And what exactly am I like?"

"Do I need to spell it out?" Nathaniel stepped closer, his voice dropping to a growl. "Bold. Insatiable. The kind who climbs into my lap daily begging for more."

Isabella inhaled sharply before replying, "Consider it done. Top-tier. The most exquisite money can buy."

"Appreciate it," he bit out.

She made the call with icy precision. "Send someone to my suite immediately."

Hanging up, she gestured to the sofa. "Five minutes. You can wait here."

Nathaniel's smile turned predatory. "Actually, you should leave."

Isabella blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I plan to take her right here. In your bed. You don't mind, do you?"

The audacity.

Isabella snatched a velvet throw pillow and hurled it at him. "Have you lost your mind? This is my private suite! I'm not hosting your tawdry escapades!"

Nathaniel chuckled darkly. "You ordered the entertainment. Now play the gracious hostess and surrender your bedroom. Unless you want everyone to know how... possessive you really are."

Madman!

She began shoving him toward the door. "Out! Now!"

Nathaniel didn't budge. "Interesting logic. Last I checked, my name's still on the marriage certificate. That makes this my suite too, darling."

Isabella let out a frustrated laugh and yanked at his arm.

In one fluid motion, Nathaniel twisted her wrist, pulling her flush against his chest. She landed sideways across his lap with a gasp.

"Let go!" she demanded, squirming.

Nathaniel cupped her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth crashed down on hers in a searing kiss that stole her breath.

The more she resisted, the more possessive he became. Buttons popped as his fingers slipped beneath her silk blouse.

Isabella's body betrayed her, melting against him. "Nathaniel, stop—"

His lips trailed to her ear. "With you writhing against me like this? Impossible."

A crisp knock interrupted them.

"Ms. Lancaster? Your guest has arrived," a feminine voice announced through the door.

Isabella shoved at his chest, her clothing disheveled. "Wait outside!"

She scrambled off his lap. "Your companion's here. Go."

Nathaniel's eyes burned with intensity. "Last chance. Do you truly want this?"

Isabella studied his handsome face—the sharp jawline, the storm in his eyes. After a weighted pause, she whispered, "Yes."

The temperature in the room plummeted.

Nathaniel shoved away from her, straightening his jacket with sharp movements. Without another word, he strode past her and yanked the door open.

The woman waiting outside barely had time to smile before Nathaniel grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the hallway.

Isabella's knees gave out as the suite door slammed shut behind them.