Chapter 159: How Are You Still Standing?

Isabelle Scurr shyly pushed Lewis Casson away, pouting as she scolded him. "Come on, why so impatient? We've got all night." Lewis flashed a wicked grin and gave her a playful, stinging smack. "All right, I'll play along, little minx. You reeled me in with a phone call. If you can't keep me happy, your butt's going to be sore." Color rushed into Isabelle's cheeks. She'd met plenty of men, but none like Lewis Casson. Straightforward, rough, and domineering-that mix made him uniquely compelling:...