Chapter Isabelle Campbell
ISABELLE CAMPBELL
Night had fallen, and Lauren and I went out for a few drinks to unwind. She’d worked her ass off all week, and it was her idea to go out and “clear her head.”
“Your boss is such an asshole, girl.”
“Yeah…”
My mind was miles away. I felt guilty for hating him, but at the same time, I wanted him. What the hell was wrong with me?
Lauren had no idea about my last adventure with Colin, and I was debating whether to tell her. She’d probably lose it, considering how often I trash-talk him to her.
How could I suddenly say I practically slept with the ogre in his own bed? Worse—how could I admit that I was the one who went after him, the one who practically threw myself into his arms?
“I don’t have nerves of steel like you do. I’d have quit the first time he was rude to me.” She took a sip of her margarita, and I did the same.
“It’s called needing to keep a good job,” I said, though deep down, I knew it was more than that. I’d grown used to the place—and the people. I could see a good side to Colin, one he tried to hide with everything he had.
The bar started getting crowded, and soon, a few men were staring at us. I felt desired, and honestly, I needed that. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone—except for Colin, and that crazy night when I let my body say everything I couldn’t.
“You’re only leaving here alone if you want to,” Lauren teased, tilting her head toward a guy who couldn’t take his eyes off our table. Translation: off me.
“Maybe I should take advantage of that, huh?” I smirked, feeling a spark of mischief rise in my chest.