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“It’s very nice.”
“Nothing like Terra Dura.”
“No, nothing like Terra Dura,” she agreed simply. “Much smaller. Not as lavish.”
The hurt was visible on his face. “I’m so sorry my home doesn’t come up to your standards. If you’d prefer to leave, I can have you at an airport within the hour.” No, he didn’t own Southfork Ranch, but Bull thought he lived a damn good life.
Isabella shook her head. “I prefer to stay. I’m much more interested in the man than what he owns.”
Her response took him by surprise and her next words shocked the hell out of him.
“Now, take your pants off.”
“What? Jesus, lady.” Her suggestion both unnerved and excited him. He shook his head and took a few steps further into the house. “You’ve been pretty brazen so far, but this is damn ballsy.”
Isabella continued across the foyer. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, cowboy. Your virtue is safe with me.” At least for now. Although, she had to admit the thought of Benedict naked made her tingle.
“Well, why in the hell do you want me to take my jeans off?”
“The stain.” She pointed to his crotch. “Blood. It looks fresh. Better to deal with it right away or it’ll never come out.” Isabella stuck out her hand, palm up. “Hand them over, Mr. Redford.”
Bull balked, surprised and confused. This woman was tying him up in a knot. “What would a pampered girl like you know about doing laundry?”
Isabella brushed her long dark hair off one shoulder. “You try keeping a flamenco dress clean.” She snapped the fingers on her right hand. “Let’s go. You can run to the little boy’s room if you’re shy. Which way to the kitchen?”
Bull let the little dig get his goat. “Fine.” He unfastened the buckle of his belt, then proceeded to undo his jeans and pull down the zipper. If this little sweetie wanted his pants off, he’d take them off for her. secret she was hot for him and he could damn sure be just as big of a tease as she could.
Isabella couldn’t look away, she hadn’t known he would strip in front of her. She pressed her lips together as his jeans slid down his legs to pool around his boots. So far, her little trip was a success. “Nice legs.”
“Thanks, comes from busting broncs, especially the feisty fillies. Here you go,” he said with a sly grin. Holding his jeans out to her, he made a show of adjusting his cock in his briefs.
Isabella’s pupils swelled at the sight. She couldn’t deny that she was enjoying the show. “Mucho grande,” she whispered. Although she knew intimately how good he felt deep inside of her, she hadn’t been granted much opportunity to check him out. The way Bull’s snug underwear clung to his groin, she could see every inch of his considerable endowment.
That’s right baby. Bull thought to himself. You wanna play around, I’ll be glad to show you what you’re missing You don’t mess with the Bull.
The moment grew heavy between them. The raven-haired senorita wasn’t the only one who was having lusty thoughts. No one had given him head in years. Carol had been too stingy, claiming he was too big for her to handle. He had visions of Isabella on her knees in front of him, something told him she’d be more than glad to give him pleasure.
The thought made him crazy.
Carmen. Remember Carmen!
He was trying hard to hold onto thoughts of the lovely matador, but this vixen was testing his resolve.
“Where’s the meat tenderizer?”
Her question surprised him. “What?”
“Meat tenderizer. To remove the stain.” She held up the bloodstained jeans in her hand.
Suddenly Bull felt exposed standing there in his skivvies. “Oh, yeah.” An awkwardness settled in between them. “I forgot. Uhhhh. Kitchen is this way. After you.”
Isabella stepped out in front of him. Bull wasn’t sure anymore if the way she walked was all for his benefit, or if her graceful seductiveness just came naturally. All he knew was that the sway of those hips was something he would never get tired of seeing. He showed her to the cabinet with all the spices. “I’m gonna go put on another pair of jeans. I’ll be right back.”
Damn! She’d been enjoying the view. “Okay. I’ll see what I can do.” Isabella had to admit she was feeling a bit guilty. His allegiance was to La Diosa. Since she was Carmen, their teasing didn’t seem wrong to her. To Benedict, it would be another matter.
She’d have to tell him soon. At just the right time.
When Bull returned a moment later wearing a fresh pair of jeans, he found Isabella standing at the kitchen island. She was stirring something in a glass bowl. “What are you doing?”
