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"You are an extremely difficult patient, cara," Justin gritted out from between his teeth three days later. It was mid-afternoon and he had walked into her workroom, only to find her guiltily standing in the middle of the room. She was clutching the sketchbook that she had crept upstairs to retrieve, to her chest.
"I was bored," she whined. "So I thought if I had my sketchbook handy, I could work on some designs."
"Why didn't you call me or Phumsile to get it for you?"
"You were catching up on some work," and he had missed enough of it already, taking the week off to stay with her. "And Phumsile has dashed out to do some shopping."
"This is ridiculous," he growled, reaching her in one stride and swinging her up into his strong arms as if she were a featherweight. "You're being impossible. Why didn't you watch some TV, or read a book or take a nap, or anything until Phumsile got back?"
"Because I'm bored now," she complained sulkily and he muttered something in Italian beneath his breath.
"What does that mean?" She demanded to know and he slanted a wry sidelong glance at her before snorting softly.
"I said, 'God save me from stubborn women'," he obligingly translated and she scowled.
"I am not stubborn," she insisted stubbornly and his gorgeous lips twitched in amusement.
"Of course not," he shook his head in a most condescending manner, that Isabella immediately took exception to.
"And you don't have to patronize me," she seethed. "I'm not made of glass..."
"You're just spoiling for a fight aren't you?" He mused, his lips curling up slightly and she simply folded her arms over her chest and kept her gaze mutinously fixed on his strong jaw. He sighed dramatically and hoisted her further up against his chest before making his way downstairs.
When they got back to her room he deposited her gently onto the side of her bed and stood staring down at her implacably with his hands shoved into the pockets of his navy blue cargo pants. She loved him in cargo pants, they rode low on his hips and certainly did wonderful things for his already gorgeous backside. Now, while he brooded above her, her mouth went dry at the picture of masculine perfection he presented in those pants and his favourite grey t-shirt, with a Batman emblem on the front. His hair was a mess and he was in serious need of a shave but he looked absolutely gorgeous and she was suddenly breathless with desire for him.
His eyes narrowed speculatively on her suddenly flushed face and he seemed to clue in to what was happening immediately, the corners of his lips tugged upward as he stretched suddenly, adding a jaw-popping yawn to the movement. His t-shirt rode up over his toned, ridged abdomen, revealing his smooth skin and Isabella nearly groaned out loud as she squelched the urge to reach out and stroke the satiny skin on display just inches from her face. The elaborate stretch finally ended and he groaned as he rolled his head on his shoulders, working the kinks out of his neck.
