Isabelle offered a small smile, then grabbed a tissue and dabbed at the sheen of sweat on her forehead. She stared at her reflection for a moment, her breathing steadier now.
"Are you feeling alright?" Sofía asked, unable to ignore the way Isabelle had been panting earlier.
Isabelle nodded sweetly. "Yes. I'm okay now."
Sofía hesitated, then spoke with a light chuckle. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but Mr. Rousseau is a little… intimidating. Handsome but intimidating."
Isabelle lowered her gaze.
"Intimidating?" she repeated quietly. Then she glanced toward the closed door before leaning closer to Sofía, lowering her voice to a whisper.
"He's a devil."
Sofía laughed softly, assuming it was playful exaggeration until her eyes drifted to the object Isabelle had placed on the counter.
Her breath caught.
It was a small, oval-shaped vibrator.
