Chapter 11

ISABELLA'S POV

I entered Maxwell's home office. It was Sparsely furnished, save for two office chairs, a desk, and lounge chair towards the right of the room. He was deeply immersed in his work, and I cleared my throat to indicate my presence.

He peered up at me, and ran his eyes over my body. I looked down.

Only then did I realize what I was wearing. A short that stopped midway through my thighs, and a tank top. I was revealing a lot of unwanted skin.

“Don't you get tired?” He snarled.

I shot my head up, confusion splayed on my face. “Huh?” I blurted.

He sighed, and got off his laptop. I stood transfixed in my position, still staring at him. He didn't have a shirt on. My eyes dipped low, to his chest, abdomen, and..

‘Avert your gaze young woman.’ My conscience pricked at me. I was trying to think of a counter when Maxwell grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

I flinched at the sudden movement, instinctively taking a step back. But I couldn't move.

“I won't fall for you Hanna