Chapter 44

ISABELLA'S POV

If Maxwell was good at anything, it was messing miles with my feelings. Like it was a natural talent he had developed and used it at every slightest opportunity.

I was all jitters when I walked into his room, only to find him not there. I could hear the faint running of water in the shower, and it sent chills down my spine.

He was…in the bathroom..

Before I could process my thoughts, he walked out, only in a towel. Water dripped down from his hair, and the droplets on his chest and torso made it almost impossible to look away. His gray eyes shone in the afternoon sun as he examined me.

This man was beyond breathtaking. I swallowed, hard.

“Go get dressed. We have a couple of hours.” He commanded softly. I basically ran out of the room, and took a moment to catch my breath. Why was I getting so worked up over him?

I shook my head, regained my footing and walked towards my room. I had completely lost track of time.

Will two hours be enough to get ready? I hadn't even fo