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felt his teeth gnash together again while his fist clenched tightly. He didn’t like how comfortable she appeared to be with the man. The only thing that had saved Isabella from him making a scene had been her sidestep away from the human the minute the male tried to touch her. If one finger from that man touched her velvet-soft skin, Nat was seriously going to be pissed.
    To add insult, Isabella had sung a blatant Cherub lover’s song. Nat knew he was being put in his place by her voice, which totally disarmed him. Feeling edgy, he’d made his way from the table he’d been sitting at to stand against the wall, more in the shadow so he could observe her while also reclaiming his body’s dignity. The jeans he wore felt even more restrictive than the other night. Watching her and her bandmates work the crowd he saw pure pleasure sail across Isabella’s face. The way she smiled, carefree, made him realize that was how he wanted her to look at him.
    Nat realized, he like every other male in the room, wasn’t immune to her sensual voice. But the humans were lucky. They didn’t understand the graphic words that had rolled off her tongue. For once in his life, he wished he’d been absent for the class on classic ballads and their meaning. At first when Isabella had teased him with her attire, he’d been shocked. She stepped over the line, playing and flirting with him through her songs. Tonight he’d give her his idea of fun. She probably wouldn’t like it, but tough.
    Let’s see who wins this round.
    Marching upstairs, he was at Isabella’s door and about to knock when Meredith approached.
    “She’s upset.”
    “Really,” said Nathanael with as much sarcasm as he could muster.
    “She doesn’t usually act like that.”
    That pleased him but he didn’t speak his thoughts out loud. “I need to speak with her.”
    “I’d wait until she’s calmed down,” said Meredith, speaking her mind with more ease than she had before.
    “I’m not waiting.”
    “As you wish,” said Meredith, backing away, allowing him to grace Isabella’s door with a hard knock.
    When no one responded he knocked louder. Waiting a few more minutes only served to heighted his temper. Through the wooden door he heard Isabella’s controlled voice.
    “I’m busy. Leave me alone.”
    Leave her alone. Any sane Seraphim might have heeded her but Nathanael had been pushed enough for one day. He opened the door and almost got knocked on his ass. Isabella wore a white, belted bathrobe, but her leg had clearly come into direct contact with his chest.
    He ducked and scrambled out of her way to avoid both her feet and arms, which seemed intent on doing some serious damage to him.
    “I said get out!” said Isabella.
    Nathanael grasped her arms, halting her attack. Bringing her body flush to his he realized his serious mistake. With her body pressed closed to his he felt every curve. Her head reached his shoulders now that she wasn’t wearing those ugly boots she wore on stage and the floral fruity scent of her soap hit him square in the gut. She was Cherub and having her in his arms reminded him of that. He should treat her with respect and be polite but looking at her angry face, he knew that would not win him any points.
     
     
     
    Isabella was sputtering. She was so mad she couldn’t come back with her usual retort. Maybe she should have listened to Meredith’s advice. Too late now. Coming face-to-face with Nathanael, having the feel of him flush against her, she never wanted to experience again. Her gut clenched and that nervous feeling she experienced simply from looking at him, undid her.
    She had pushed this Seraphim too far. She’d thought by teasing him he’d leave in disgust. Instead, a geyser of volcanic heavenly power wrapped with determination was reflected in the turbulent grays of his eyes. She’d made him mad and instead of disgust he thought to change her. That, Isabella wasn’t going to let happen. They could talk all