time his mysterious woman smiled.
“So when are you going to tell me your name?”
She hesitated. “Isabella.”
He repeated the name and then shortened it to, “Bella.”
“I guess anything is better than Izzy,” she confessed. “My friends call me that.”
His brows quirked in surprise. “If you don’t like it, why do your friends call you that?”
“Old habit. I let them get away with it in college and it stuck.” She shrugged. “I guess I was hoping it would grow on me.”
“And it hasn’t?”
She laughed as she shook her head. “I hate it.”
“Your drinks, sir.” The bartender set the radioactive-looking drinks down on the bar. “Enjoy.”
Derrick lifted his drink and proposed a toast. “To your new nickname ‘Bella.’ May you think of me every time you hear it.”
Isabella laughed at the absurd proposal, but lifted her drink anyway. Together they took their first sips, their gazes locking above the rim of their glasses.
She couldn’t describe the charge of emotions his smoldering black gaze caused nor could she rationalize why this gorgeous man seemed so interested in her. Even with her enhanced figure, there were bigger breasts and bigger booties to chase on the dance floor. Yet, Derrick Knight seemed to only have eyes for her.
It was a glorious feeling and it was one that she hoped to enjoy for at least a little while longer.
“So,” Derrick said, setting his drink aside. “Read any good books lately?”
Isabella choked.
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