Isla stepped out of the taxi and waved cheerfully. “Thank you!” she called out with enthusiasm. As the car sped away, she took a deep breath, her smile broadening as she walked confidently toward the company’s entrance.
Dressed in an ash longline blazer layered over a short black dress that ended just above her knees, Isla exuded effortless style. Her sleek bun, paired with kitten heels and a Saint Laurent bag, completed the polished look. The excitement of her first day at work was unmistakable, reflected in both her lively stride and radiant smile.
“Good morning!” she greeted the receptionist warmly. The receptionist responded with a courteous, professional smile.
Isla strolled toward the elevators, relieved to see them all still operational. A quick glance at her wristwatch told her she was thirty minutes early—no need to rush. While waiting, she opened W******p and started typing a message to Sophie.
"I’m already at the company! I can’t contain my happiness. This is really happening!” she wrote, her grin so wide her teeth gleamed.
Sophie, as if eagerly anticipating her message, read it instantly and began recording a voice note. Seconds later, the notification popped up on Isla’s phone.
She loaded the message and increased the volume to hear it better.
“I’m more excited than you are!” Sophie’s voice rang out. “Baby girl, you get to breathe the same air as Jaxon Waverly! I’d kill to be in your shoes right now. I need a super-hot boss like yours—not one with a protruding belly and a bald head!”
Isla burst out laughing, shaking her head at Sophie’s dramatic enthusiasm. But just as her laughter softened, a new, distinctly masculine scent wafted through the air, catching her attention. Curious, she turned around.
Her heart stopped.
Standing directly behind her, with piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, was Jaxon Waverly himself.
“Shit!” her mind screamed as her heart thumped violently in her chest. “Did he hear the voice message? Why is he staring at me like that?” She quickly plastered on a smile and gave a slight bow.
“Good day, Mr. Jaxon,” she greeted nervously.
The elevator doors opened just then, and the passengers stepped out, bowing and greeting Jaxon as they passed. Without acknowledging her greeting, Jaxon walked past her into the elevator, his hands casually buried in the pockets of his Gucci trousers, his entourage following closely behind.
Isla froze, unsure of what to do. She didn’t want a repeat of her embarrassing moment with Alex. She swallowed hard, watching as Jaxon stood in the elevator, his towering presence commanding the space.
One of his bodyguards leaned forward to press a button, but Jaxon stopped him with a slight gesture. His eyes, still fixed on Isla, narrowed slightly.
“Are you coming in, or what?” he asked, his tone calm but firm.
“Oh!” Isla exclaimed, startled. “Y-yes, I am.” She stammered as she hurriedly stepped inside.
The bodyguard pressed the button, and the elevator doors slid shut.
Standing to Jaxon’s right, Isla felt as if the air had thickened. His cologne, rich and authoritative, filled the confined space, making it even harder for her to breathe. She dared not look at him and instead kept her gaze locked on the door, trying to appear composed.
She cleared her throat nervously and shifted her gaze downward, her eyes landing on his hand. His sleeves were rolled up just below his elbow, revealing a tattoo near his wrist—a bold, striking image of an axe.
The sight fascinated her, but she quickly averted her eyes, afraid he might notice her staring.
After what felt like an endless elevator ride, the doors finally opened on the 30th floor, and Isla stepped out. Her legs felt unsteady as she walked, aware of his gaze following her every move.
Unsure of where her office was, Isla hesitated, waiting for Jaxon to take the lead. Just then, Alex appeared, looking sharp in his office attire.
"Good day, boss," Alex greeted Jaxon as he entered his office, his bodyguards taking position near the door with practiced precision.
Alex glanced at Isla through the transparent wall of the office. "The new girl rode the elevator with you too?" he asked, his tone laced with disapproval. "This is starting to become a habit. Should I take care of it?"
Jaxon, busy retrieving his laptop from his suitcase, shook his head. "There's nothing to take care of," he replied firmly. "She didn’t want to get in. I invited her." Jaxon’s gaze briefly flicked to Alex as he settled into his chair behind the desk.
Alex cast another glance at Isla, who was now staring nervously in their direction, her hands clasped in front of her. Her soft, tentative smile betrayed her nervousness.
Jaxon followed Alex's gaze and caught Isla’s wide-eyed expression. "Show her to her space," he instructed calmly before turning his attention back to his laptop. "She looks lost."
With a slight bow, Alex left the office and approached Isla. She straightened, her nervous smile still in place, her eyes now focused on him.
"Good morning," she greeted politely.
"Good morning, Isla," Alex replied, his tone neutral as he pointed to a desk and chair just to the right of Jaxon’s office door. "That’s your space."
“Okay,” she nodded enthusiastically and hurried over to her desk. Placing her bag down, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Finally,” she muttered under her breath as she settled into the chair.
On the desk, she noticed a neatly arranged setup: a telephone, a computer, a notepad, a large file, and a pen.
She knew she needed to get to work immediately but wasn’t sure where to begin. Picking up the file on her desk, she skimmed through its contents. Inside, she found a detailed schedule of Jaxon’s meetings, his coffee preferences, and his expectations for his secretary.
“First thing in the morning—coffee. Americano espresso,” she read quietly to herself. Glancing to her left, she spotted the coffee room and decided to start there.
Rising from her seat, she walked toward the room. As her heels clicked against the tiled floor, the sound drew Jaxon’s attention. He lifted his gaze from his laptop, his eyes following her as she moved past the glass wall of his office.
From his seat, Jaxon had a clear view of the coffee room. He watched as Isla stepped inside and began to prepare his coffee. A smirk played on his lips before he turned back to his laptop, refocusing his attention. On the screen were high-resolution images of exquisite firearms—some of the rarest and most coveted in the world—that Wommie had shown him the night before.
Intrigued, Jaxon picked up his phone and dialed Denmark, one of his most trusted business associates. Rising from his chair, he walked over to the window, gazing down at the bustling streets of Rome below as the call connected.
"Denmark," Jaxon greeted as he heard the familiar voice on the other end. "Do you have answers for me now?"
"Yes, I do," Denmark replied, his tone confident. "I must say, you’re about to make a move on some of the most sought-after items in the market."
"Tell me more," Jaxon urged, his interest piqued.
“These guns, particularly the Colt Model 1847 Walker Revolver, are in high demand—especially by the Chinese market. That piece alone costs around €1.8 million, and competition for it is fierce."
"Great. And the others?" Jaxon asked, his curiosity growing.
“Similar story to the revolver,” Denmark continued. "The others exceed a million each, with the VO Falcon Rifle being a slight exception—it’s priced at €850,000. All of them are excellent investments."
Jaxon nodded to himself, his mind racing. "Thank you, Denmark. I’ve got everything I need to know."
As he was about to end the call, a knock on the door caught his attention. Turning, he saw Isla stepping inside, balancing a cup of coffee in her hand.
"I brought your coffee," she said softly, her voice low and polite.
"Talk to you later," Jaxon muttered into the phone before hanging up. His sharp eyes shifted to Isla, watching as she approached.
"Put it on the table," he instructed, heading back to his desk. Isla carefully placed the coffee mug on the table and stepped back, her hands clasped nervously in front of her as she waited for him to take a sip.
Jaxon glanced up at her. "Anything else?" he asked, his tone neutral.
Startled, Isla’s brows lifted slightly. "Oh… yes. You have a meeting with—"
"Cancel it," he interrupted firmly. "I have an important auction to attend at noon."
"Oh," she replied with a quick nod, turning to leave. She hesitated, then added, "I’ll notify Mr. Roger about the change in plans."
"Good," Jaxon replied, his attention returning to the screen. As Isla began to walk away, he called out, "And…"
She paused and turned back toward him, her curiosity evident.
"You’ll be coming with me to the auction," he said, his gaze meeting hers briefly before returning to his work.
"Yes, sir," Isla replied, doing her best to conceal her excitement. As silly as it might sound, she had always dreamed of attending an auction. There was something thrilling about watching people wield their wealth to claim things that might not even hold much value.
She had never had the chance before, but now here it was. She couldn’t wait to share the news with Sophie. As she walked back to her desk, she grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message to her.
"Guess what??! I'm going to an auction with Jaxon Waverly! This is a dream come true. Going to an auction for rich people like him."
She hit send, but Sophie didn’t respond right away. ‘She’s probably too busy with work,’ Isla thought, setting her phone aside.
A moment later, she felt Jaxon's gaze on her through the wall. She turned and saw him staring. Unsure of what to do, she offered him a nervous smile.
‘What’s with the stare?’ she wondered.
*
It was time to leave for the auction, and Jaxon made his way out of his office. Isla quickly stood up, eager to follow him.
He gestured to his bodyguards. “I need only two of you,” he instructed, and immediately, two stepped forward, falling in line behind him.
When they reached the parking lot, Jaxon’s driver was already waiting by his Mercedes-Benz. The driver opened the door, and Jaxon slid inside. The two bodyguards got into the car next to the Mercedes.
Isla stood frozen for a moment, unsure whether she would be riding with Jaxon or with the bodyguards. Jaxon glanced at her, his patience clearly running low.
“Get in,” he ordered. Without hesitation, Isla opened the door and climbed into the back seat of the car. The driver shut the door behind her.
As the car began to move, an uncomfortable silence filled the space. Jaxon stared out the window, and Isla lowered her head slightly, trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. As usual, his cologne lingered in the air, and his presence alone made the atmosphere feel tense.
Isla hadn’t expected to be riding with him. She thought she would be taking a cab or some other form of transport.
Suddenly, her phone began to ring in her bag. “Grrrr! Grrrr!” It was Sophie calling.
"Sorry," Isla muttered, scrambling to unzip her bag and silence her phone. She pulled it out, seeing that it was Sophie calling. She knew it was probably a bad idea to answer it, so she decided to let it go, but before she could, Jaxon’s voice cut through the quiet car.
"Answer it," he commanded firmly. "I don’t mind."
Isla looked at him hesitantly, then slowly nodded. ‘I can’t dismiss the call after he told me to answer it,’ she thought. Her mind briefly flashed to the stern reminder of his expectations in the big file. ‘I’m big on obedience.’
She answered the phone and brought it to her ear, praying Sophie wouldn’t say anything embarrassing.
"Girl!" Sophie’s voice blared through the speakers. "That is no normal offer. Men don’t just take a random woman to an Auction– I think Jaxon Waverly likes you! I told you he would be swept off his feet the moment he laid eyes on you..."
Isla’s face flushed with panic, and she quickly hung up the phone. She glanced over at Jaxon, hoping he hadn’t heard what Sophie had said, but the way his forehead was furrowed told her otherwise.
“It’s not what you think,” she said quietly, trying to explain.
The car came to a smooth stop in front of a grand five-star hotel. The driver quickly stepped out and opened the door on Jaxon’s side, while Isla reached for her own door handle and slid out.She froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she took in the breathtaking sight of the hotel. Its golden accents gleamed under the afternoon sun, and the towering pillars emitted elegance and sophistication.“Let’s go,” Jaxon’s steady voice broke through her thoughts as he strode past her, heading toward the entrance.Snapping out of her daze, Isla hurriedly composed herself and followed him, her heels clicking softly against the polished pavement. As they stepped through the revolving doors, the reception area unfolded like a scene from a dream. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a dazzling cascade of light that danced across the space. The floors were polished to a mirror-like shine, reflecting the intricate patterns of the grand Persian carpets that lined the lobby.“
Isla sprawled on the couch in Sophie’s apartment after work, her eyes glued to her phone as she scrolled through Jaxon Waverly's biography on the company’s website. She couldn’t shake off the events at the auction or stop wondering who he might’ve bought the neckpiece for. Unfortunately, the biography offered no insights—just a list of his business achievements she already knew by heart.Frustrated but determined, she decided to search for him on social media, hoping to uncover a clue. “What?” she muttered, eyebrows knitting together when she realized he had no personal accounts. Only the company’s official page came up. That struck her as odd.“He’s not on social media?” she murmured to herself. “Wow, he’s even more secretive than I thought.”Just then, the door swung open, and Sophie breezed in, arms full of grocery bags. “Girl!” Sophie called out excitedly from the doorway, her voice bright and full of energy. Isla lifted her head from the couch to greet her.“I was starting to ge
Jaxon kept his eyes fixed on the road, feigning indifference as Isla fidgeted nervously beside him. The silence in the car was thick and awkward, broken only by the faint sound of her fingers tapping against one another.Suddenly, the car jerked to a halt, coming to a stop in the middle of the highway, on a deserted bridge. Isla's breath hitched as the realization sank in—they’d stopped in the middle of nowhere. The unfamiliarity of the road unsettled her even more.Panicked, she glanced into the side mirror and noticed the absence of other cars. They were completely alone, and the isolation sent a wave of fear coursing through her. A flood of paranoid thoughts raced through her mind as Jaxon finally turned to look at her. "Why are we stopping here? What is he going to do to me?" Her heart pounded violently against her chest. She remembered, suddenly, how little she actually knew about him—no social media, no digital footprint. The enigma around him had always been unsettling, but n
The car rolled smoothly into the vast compound, where a vibrant water fountain stood at the center, crowned with a statue of a woman draped in a flowing veil.Isla’s eyebrows arched as her gaze flitted from the lush, colorful garden to the fountain, and then to the grand mansion. Her eyes couldn’t settle on a single detail; the sheer magnificence of it all was overwhelming.It was, without a doubt, the most stunning house she had ever seen.As the car's engine quieted, Jaxon unfastened his seatbelt with one hand. He glanced at Isla and noticed she was completely engrossed, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window.With a sigh, he opened his door. “Are you coming?” he asked, stepping out, his words breaking her trance.“Oh… yes, yes,” she stammered, quickly snapping out of her thoughts. She grabbed her bag tightly, opened the door, and stepped out in a rush.Without a word, Isla trailed behind Jaxon, her eyes still darting around, drinking in every detail. As they approached the f
Isla woke up early to get ready for work, determined not to delay Jaxon by being unprepared.Once she finished, she sat on her bed for a moment, idly scrolling through her phone. It didn’t take long for boredom to set in, prompting her to get up and stretch her legs. She stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room, deciding to feed her curiosity. Her gaze quickly landed on an artistic portrait hanging on the wall. The living room was eerily quiet, as if frozen in time, suggesting that Henry had already left after his shift. Drawn to the painting, she stood before it, captivated by its details.The portrait was a black-and-white painting of a serene landscape. And for a moment, Isla was lost in the painting when suddenly, Jaxon’s deep, firm voice cut through the silence from behind her.“You’re ready.”“Haaa!” Isla yelped, spinning around, her hands flying to her chest as she tried to steady her racing heart. Her wide eyes locked onto Jaxon, and for a second, she froze.“Mr. J
Jaxon sat behind his desk, his laptop open before him, glasses perched on his nose. The screen displayed his email inbox, and he was busy scanning through the unread messages.Among the new emails, one caught his attention—it was from Clef Roberto’s personal assistant. The message detailed the goods Jaxon had paid for and where he was supposed to retrieve them. As he read through the information, there was a knock on the door, and Alex stepped in. Jaxon didn’t look up, his focus remaining on the laptop.“Mr. Waverly, I’ve handed Isla the iPad with your schedules,” Alex reported. Jaxon finally raised his head, glancing through the transparent office walls to see Isla inspecting the iPad in her hands.“Great. That’ll make things smoother. Roberto’s reached out,” Jaxon said, shifting his attention to Alex.“The goods are ready?” Alex asked, taking a seat across from him.“They’ll arrive Thursday,” Jaxon confirmed, his tone brisk. “Same parking lot where we met Wommie.”Alex nodded, watc
Jaxon glanced at his wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time, and this time, his patience snapped. It was already past 7 p.m. He started pacing in front of her desk, his eyes darting to the restroom door every time he passed it.Finally, the door creaked open, and Isla emerged, softly sniffing. Her head was bowed, and she didn’t notice him standing there until she nearly reached her desk.Her breath hitched as her gaze lifted, meeting his. “Mr. Jaxon…” she murmured, quickly smoothing the sadness from her expression.Without a word, Jaxon stepped closer, and Isla found herself frozen in place, as though his presence commanded her feet to stay rooted.He stopped mere inches away, his intense stare forcing her to lower her eyes. Her heart raced in her chest.“Is this your new strategy for staying late at work?” he asked, his tone sharp.Isla’s brows knitted together as she shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said. She glanced up at him briefly before looking away. “I didn’t
~The Next Morning~Jaxon blinked awake, his eyes adjusting to the dim light as he felt the gentle weight of Isla’s head resting on his shoulder. Turning slightly, he looked down at her peaceful face, her closed eyes undisturbed by the world around them.His suit was still draped neatly over her, shielding her from the chill that had settled in the elevator. A sliver of soft morning light seeped through the crack between the doors, signaling the start of a new day. He glanced at his wristwatch—opening hours had already begun. “Any moment now,” he murmured to himself.Isla stirred beside him, letting out a faint moan as her head shifted. Jaxon watched as she rubbed her hand across her eyes before slowly opening them. For a brief moment, her gaze was unfocused, as if piecing together her surroundings. Then, realization dawned, and she quickly pulled away.“Mr. Waverly…” she stammered, her cheeks flushing. “I’m sorry.” She nervously smoothed her hands over her face and hair, attempting
Isla arrived at Sophie’s apartment, dropped off by Jaxon’s driver.“Thanks,” she said, waving goodnight. The driver gave a slight nod before speeding off.As she entered the apartment complex, excitement bubbled up inside her. She broke into a giggle, practically running.“Sophie! Sophie!” she called out, eager to share everything—despite already spilling most of it over the phone.She dashed up the stairs, stopping in front of Sophie’s door.“Girllll!” Sophie’s voice rang from inside. The door flung open, and the two best friends threw their arms around each other in a tight embrace.“I missed you so much, Isla!” Sophie whined dramatically.Isla burst into laughter. “Oh, please. You’re so dramatic—I was here two nights ago.”“What? No!” Sophie protested as they stepped inside. “You were here physically, but mentally? Nah. You were sulking and blaming me for trying to set you up with Mr. Stranger.” She plopped onto the couch with a smirk.“Whatever.” Isla laughed, settling next to her
The workday at the company was wrapping up when Jaxon called Isla into his office. Just as she was about to leave her desk, Asher approached her, a broad, welcoming smile on his face.“Hey,” he greeted, leaning casually against her desk as his colleagues passed by, throwing Isla knowing nods and smirks.She furrowed her brows at their reactions but acknowledged them with a polite nod.Asher scoffed, glancing at them before turning back to her. “Ignore them. They’re being ridiculous.”Isla flicked her brows and shrugged. “It’s cool.” She smiled.“So… you heading out now?” he asked.Isla’s gaze shifted toward Jaxon’s office, where she found him watching them from behind his desk.“Erm… not yet. I have some work to finish up,” she stammered.Asher narrowed his eyes. “You said that last time, Isla. Are you avoiding me?” He leaned in slightly, and she let out an uneasy smile, instinctively leaning back.She shot another glance at Jaxon, who was now on his feet.“You’re making it seem like
"Did you really have to bring her up?" Jaxon asked, his face unreadable. Alex swallowed hard."I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have," he said, voice laced with regret. "It’s just... I haven’t seen you with her picture lately. You barely even mention her name anymore."Jaxon cut in, his tone firm. "That’s because I’ve finally accepted the truth you all kept telling me." He turned back to his computer. "Teresa is gone."Alex swallowed again, nodding. "Okay… For what it’s worth, I’m happy for you. And I have to say, pulling off that dinner for Isla all on your own? Impressive." He forced a light tone, hoping to shift the mood. Luckily, it worked—Jaxon couldn’t help but smile at the mention of Isla."You’re a great boyfriend. She’s lucky to have you.""Thanks," Jaxon said with a grin, finally pulling his hands away from the keyboard. "I sent over the list of clients and the quantities for the next deliveries."Alex checked his phone, scrolling quickly. "You’ve got a meeting tomorrow. With the fami
Jaxon pulled into the company’s parking lot with Isla in his car, the two of them practically glued to each other. He leaned in, pressing his lips against her neck, decorating her neck with deliberate kisses.Isla’s hand rested on his thigh, gripping it firmly. Last night, Jaxon had refused to make love to her—the whole mood had shifted after Isla’s mother’s call—but now, he couldn't stop touching her. He kept bringing up how he regretted asking her to answer the phone, knowing he had to recreate the perfect atmosphere they’d lost. Isla had gone deeper into explaining what her sister and her ex-fiance did to her and this broke Jaxon. He wanted to make it up to her anyway he could.Jaxon had always been a perfectionist, and with Isla in his life, he was determined to make everything just right.“We’re here, boss,” the driver announced, shutting off the engine.Jaxon lifted his head from Isla’s neck, meeting her gaze. “Shall we?”Isla grinned and nodded. “Let’s go.”As the driver open
Sophie soon drifted off, her head resting on Michael’s shoulder, the soft glow of the television still illuminating the room. Careful not to wake her, Michael gently moved the popcorn bowl from her lap before slipping his arms beneath her. Lifting her in a bridal carry, he carried her to the bedroom.As he laid her down, her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze.“Are you not coming to bed?” she asked sleepily as he tucked her in.“Not yet,” he said with a small smile. “I’ve got a few things to do. You go ahead. I’ll join you soon.”Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling away. “Do you want me to adjust the air conditioning?” he asked.She shook her head, snuggling deeper under the duvet. “Nah, it’s perfect.”Michael reached for the light switch. Just as he was about to turn it off, Sophie whispered, “I love you.”A warm smile spread across his face. “I love you too.”He switched off the light and quietly stepped out, shutting the door behind him. Letting out
For a moment, Jaxon pulled back, their lips parting as they both caught their breath. Isla’s eyes fluttered open, her warm gaze meeting the hunger in his.“That was good,” Jaxon murmured, his face still inches from hers. “Your lips taste exactly how I imagined.”Isla arched a brow. “You imagined my lips?” she asked, a shy smile playing on her face.“And every part of you,” he admitted. “Might sound a bit mad, but it’s the truth. After last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I wanted to do for you… and to you—even the filthy ones.” His breath, laced with champagne, skimmed her skin as he whispered.“Then why’d you stop?” Isla asked before she could think, her voice just as soft. Their foreheads brushed as she met his gaze.“Because I needed to know you want this as much as I do.” He cupped her face, his thumb grazing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into his warmth.“I made the first move twice… remember?” she murmured, still resting against his palm.
Alex pulled up in front of Michael’s apartment and took the stairs to the second floor, where his place was. The elevator was out of order, but Alex hardly cared.He needed to make things right with Michael after what had happened that morning.Reaching the door, he knocked and waited.“Michael?” He called out, raising his hand to knock again when the door suddenly swung open.Michael stepped out hastily, shutting the door behind him in one swift motion.“What are you doing here?” he whispered, grabbing Alex’s wrist and pulling him toward the stairwell.Alex frowned, confused by his urgency. “What’s going on? Why are you acting so nervous?” He studied Michael’s tense expression and restless movements.Michael exhaled sharply, letting go of his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? Just because you know where I live now doesn’t mean you can drop by unannounced.”The words caught Alex off guard. “I didn’t mean to just show up. I was going to call, but I realized I don’t have yo
Isla sat gracefully in the car, exuding an effortless charm that had Jaxon completely mesmerized. Ever since their makeover—his idea, of course—she had looked even more breathtaking.Her makeup was subtle, just enough to highlight her striking features. She wore a flowing white dress with a daring slit up to her thigh, its fitted bodice accentuating her figure before cascading into a soft, flared skirt. To complete the look, Jaxon had chosen a pair of gold heels and a matching purse for her.Jaxon on the other hand decided to get a new set of suit and he wore that. He didn’t want her to think he was not intentional about his own looks. He was also in his office outfits. “You’re absolutely stunning,” Jaxon murmured, leaning in close, his voice laced with admiration.Isla’s cheeks burned as she glanced at him. “If I’m counting right, that’s the sixth time you’ve said that since we left the mall,” she replied, her tone shy yet teasing.He chuckled. “Can you blame me? I can’t stop lookin
After working hours, Isla remained in the office, following Jaxon’s instructions. Meanwhile, Jaxon hurriedly wrapped up his tasks for the day. Before stepping out of his office to meet her, he went online one last time, ensuring everything was set for their official first date.The venue was ready. The meals were ready. He was ready. There was no turning back now. Grabbing his briefcase, he strode out of his office.As soon as he stepped into the room and his eyes met Isla’s, a wide smile stretched across his face. Moving closer to her desk, he let out a sigh. “This has got to be the longest workday ever. Felt like closing time would never come.”Isla smiled shyly, lowering her gaze. “I thought I was the only one stealing glances at the clock.” She chuckled softly.Jaxon leaned on her desk, his gaze locking onto hers. “I want to take you somewhere.” His voice was calm, deliberate.Isla furrowed her brows. “Oh?” She blinked, caught off guard. She had assumed they’d be staying back at t