My Naughty Self

s a bright morning, but Izzy wasn't in the mood to write a press re

av

eat. Who was he? What did he want? And why did it seem like he understood her? It wasn'

a cheerful voice, break

ainst the door frame with a teasing smile. Chloe was everything Iz

sked, striding into the office. She plopped

ly typing some random letters to

some tall, handsome guy from the ga

esting on the keyboard. "W

You were all googly-eyed over him! You l

ot back, but her cheeks told

ling yourself th

sighed. "We didn't exact

er! He's probably the funnest thing that h

but deep down, she knew Ch

d. She grabbed it gratefully. It was her assistant remin

escaping Chloe's teasin

stylish liked to hang out. Izzy got there early and found a quiet corner

en, she

laxed, reading a newspaper. His dark eyes moved ac

er and say hi? Or just ignore him? Before s

didn't smile, but there was something in his gaze. There w

e didn't want him to think she was bothered. But as she prete

itress came over w

er this," Izzy

an over there," she ans

heat crept up her neck, and she fought to keep calm. She wanted to march over and ask him wha

kept wandering back to David. He left right in the middle of it, without

enough to calm her racing mind. She was about t

s Hug

leaning against a lamppost, looking re

ying to keep her guard up

smile playing on his lips