Isla already had a very good (or bad?) idea of who it was seated in front of her, but even so she still couldn’t help sucking in her breath when she finally lifted her gaze and her worst suspicions were confirmed.

“You,” she said dumbly. It was the too-gorgeous man from the lobby, the one who had stared at her with such blatant interest it had her wanting to hide.

“Me,” the stranger confirmed with a rakish grin.

Isla almost shook her head in denial. Why would a man like him need the kind of help Heart’s Match offered? With him just inches away from her, she found herself shamefully struggling to breathe normally. He seemed so much larger than life, his profile devastatingly attractive and –

Oh! She noticed the gleam in his eyes (a wonderful shade of hazel) and realized he had been enjoying having her stare at him. Cheeks heating up, she quickly dragged her gaze away from him and gave herself a mental slap as she looked down at his phone. Snap out of it, Isla!

Amused at the way Isla’s expression remained dubious, Sean politely offered to show her the digital copy of the agency contract they had both signed, and he was even more amused when she actually took him up on it.

He took his iPhone out and clicked on the app he used for storing digital documents. “Here you go, ma’am.”

“Thanks,” Isla muttered. She wasn’t buying his meek tone at all, but she had a feeling that his rich Texan drawl was all too real.

Sean watched with quiet amusement as Isla read Heart’s Match’s contract on his phone. The myriad of emotions that crossed her face was entertaining. First, there was doubt, and then denial, and finally the most adorable expression of acute agony – she now looked like she was ready to sell her soul to the Devil if it meant she could forget the fact that she had signed up to be his wife.

Which was really too bad, Sean thought lazily, since he had no plans of letting her go.

One month ago, he had asked Charlotte Carmichaels to hook him up with a wife. I need her with me in time for the holidays, Sean had spelled out, and someone my father’s guaranteed to see as ideal wife material.

To which his widowed friend had replied dryly, In other words, you’re not looking for your usual 3Bs: blonde, big-breasted, and brainless.

Needless to say, Charlotte’s contempt of his taste in women had made Sean wonder if his friend would even take his request seriously, but as it turned out, it had only taken Heart’s Match to come up with a suitable candidate.

28-year-old Isla Bouchard, accomplished paralegal with a degree in economics under her belt, and the second daughter in a well-respected, upper middle-class family. She had no known vices, led a virtuous and modest life, and had only one ex-boyfriend to make up her entire dating history.

At that point, Sean had been prepared to marry Isla regardless of her appearance, but then he had seen her photo and he had realized Isla wasn’t just suitable. Everything about her appealed to him and intrigued his senses. In her emerald eyes, he saw the slumbering passion that only the right man could awaken, and he had known then and there: he would not rest until he made her his.

And now, with his redheaded goddess seated right in front of him - so tantalizingly close that the faint floral scent of her lotion could tease his nostrils – the urge to possess Isla Bouchard became a wild, feverish clamor in his loins.

Everything about her captivated him – the rosebud mouth that begged to be tasted, come-hither green eyes that seemed to challenge and seduce him at the same time, and those wild locks of hers that were the colors of sunset – each and every part of her body was so damn alluring that Sean had to exert great effort to keep his hands to himself and his cock in his pants.

He strove for control and was almost able to reach it – until he belatedly noticed how Isla’s hair was still slightly wet.

Fuck.

The sight had him picturing Isla’s naked body immersed in a bath of rose petals and foam, her silken arms opening to beckon him to join her in the tub.

FUCK.

His balls started to ache as the imaginary scene persisted in playing out in his mind. Sean could see himself sitting behind her in the tub, washing and caressing every part of her –

“I’m done, thanks.” Isla’s stiff voice intruded in his thoughts, and Sean forced himself to shut the lid on his fantasy, which by now had his imaginary self’s cock balls-deep in her delicious pussy.

“You’re welcome, darlin’,” he said thickly and as she offered him his phone back, he couldn’t help but take advantage –

Isla jerked when Sean reached for her hand instead of his phone. She tried to tug free as soon as she recovered from her surprise, but his grip didn’t even loosen the slightest bit.

“Could you please let go?” Isla continued trying to yank herself free, but this only made him tighten his grip. It should have made her feel trapped and harassed, but instead the feel of their skin coming into contact only made her lungs start malfunctioning.

“Did you find what you’re looking for?”

Isla’s lips tightened. The contract stored in his phone was indeed the same contract that they had signed over a fortnight ago – and the penalty of breaking it was tantamount to making herself bankrupt.

“Isla?” Sean raised a brow, knowing there was more.

She shrugged, determined not to say another word until she had properly gathered her thoughts. It just didn’t make sense, she thought irritably. With his movie-star looks, it seemed impossible that he’d have trouble finding himself a wife.

“Why not just come right out and say it?” Sean asked cajolingly. “It’s easy enough to see something’s still troubling you.”

This time, Isla’s silence wasn’t because she didn’t want to answer. Rather, it was because she couldn’t, with the way his fingers had started to caress her knuckles, and so leisurely it was if he knew he could take his time seducing her.

How can this be possible, Isla questioned herself in dismay. Jonathan held her hand all the time, but his touch had never made her feel this alive. Panic struck her, and she instinctively tried tugging her fingers out of his grip again. But still he held on, and she gazed at him in helpless consternation. “Will you please let go of my hand first?”

Unfortunately, this only made him smirk as he returned mockingly, “Will you please answer my question first?”

Isla scowled. “Why do I have to?” She tried one more time to yank her hand free, but it did no good. “You already know what I’m thinking.”

“If that’s so,” he murmured, “then what harm would it do to humor me?”

Her eyes shot sparks at him, and Sean almost smiled at the answer written in her furious gaze. She was not going to do anything he asked, period.

“You’re used to having men let you walk all over them, aren’t you, sugar?”

Isla stiffened, her surprise having nothing to do with his words but everything to do with that last endearment he used.

Sugar.

That was what the Sean she wrote to (and the Sean who wrote back to her) liked to call Isla, and it was this more than anything else that made her grimace and say, “You’re really him, aren’t you?”

“I’m afraid so, ma’am.”

Isla pretended not to notice the amusement gleaming in his eyes. She knew her words weren’t exactly what he wanted to hear. The scoundrel had made it obvious he wanted her to say out loud that he, Sean, was the man she had flown here to marry, but that wasn’t ever going to happen.

Tough luck, cowboy, Isla thought stubbornly, but that’s all the admission you’re going to get from me.

Glancing at the hand he still held captive, she asked sharply, “Well?” His grip gradually loosened, and she quickly hid her hands behind her back as soon as she was free.

His eyes were laughing at her now. “Will it make you better if I promise not to, err, steal your hand?”

“What would really make me feel better,” she muttered, “is if I wake up right now and find out all of this is just a dream---”

“And I’m not the man you came to spend the rest of your life with?”

Isla turned red. Horrible man! How dare he taunt her with words she had written to him in good faith?

Lifting her chin, she said darkly, “That’s right. I do wish you were someone else instead.”

“That’s unfortunate.” But actually…it wasn’t. There was nothing Sean loved more than having a challenge to conquer, and Isla Bouchard was exactly that: a challenge, and he looked forward to wooing and taming her to his will.

Isla crossed her arms over her chest when she noticed Sean was back to eyeing her like a decadent piece of chocolate he wanted to unwrap and lick all over. “Will you please stop that?” The way he kept trying to undress her with his gaze was driving her mad, but more frustrating was how it made her body shamelessly come to life.

At the end of the day, this man was still a stranger. How could he turn her on so easily when they were only meeting for the first time today?

“Stop what?” he asked mildly. “It’s hard to understand you when you don’t speak plainly and just call a spade a spade---”

“Because we both know you know what it is,” she snarled.

“Always in a horn-tossing mood, aren’t you?” Sean clucked his tongue. “I’m beginning to think you set out to fool me in those letters of yours.”

Isla was indignant. “I did not.”

“But you were so sweet and funny---”

“I am sweet and funny!”

He raised a brow, and Isla flushed upon realizing she was acting anything but, with the way she had just yelled at him. Lowering her voice, she muttered, “I am sweet and funny.”

“Whatever you say, sugar.”

Isla shot him an accusing look. “There’s just something about you that brings out the worst in me. I only lose my temper with you.”

“Uh huh.”

His eyes were back to laughing at her again, and Isla’s teeth gnashed. “I’m not lying. Except with you, I have always been sweet and funny---”

Sean’s gaze turned thoughtful. “Assuming what you’re saying is true…”

“It is!”

“You’re sweet and funny, and you never set out to fool me---”

“Of course I didn’t.”

“Then how about that kiss you promised?” he asked very politely. “Didn’t you promise me one when we’d meet?”

Isla paled. Crap. She knew exactly what he was talking about. It had been a few days after Jonathan and India’s whirlwind engagement, and Isla had accidentally caught a glimpse of them making out inside his office through a slightly open door.

It still hurts every time I see them together, she had then written to Sean. Does that mean I still love him? I know I’d be stupid to do so. He cheated on me with my own sister, and he’s already married her. But even so, it hurts. I wish you were here with me. I’m sure it won’t hurt if you were here.

You’ll be with me soon enough, Sean had written back to her, and then I promise you – the past can’t cause you pain again. As long as I’m around, you’ll have no reason to cry (not counting, of course, the times that I’ll make you cry out, which is a delightfully different thing).

I know I should be scared about this whole mail order marriage thing, Isla had confided to him, but I’m not. I’m excited to start a new life with you, so excited that I think I’m going to give you a kiss the moment I see you.

Remembering all those words now made her cringe –

Crap, Isla thought again.

Sean looked at her beneath hooded lids. “Well, sugar?”

Isla took a deep breath. “Is it too late to ask Charlotte Carmichaels for a refund?”