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naked?”
      Marc gripped the wheel with two hands and turned to her. “You don't want me to answer that and I don't think it's wise right now.”
      “You can tell me Marcus. I won't tell anyone else,” she whispered as if they were not the only two in the vehicle. “Do you think about me naked?”
    Marc clinched his jaw. “Yes, Isis.”
      She turned back to her reclining position with a smile. “Well no one's seen what I have. I've kept it very private. I'm a lady.”
    Marc nodded as he continued to drive. “I know Isis.”
      “Do you want to see it Marcus?” she asked.
      His eyes automatically flew to her creamy thighs showing from underneath her dress. Hell yeah he wanted to see it. See it, touch it, taste it, smell it. Claim it.
      “Aren't you tired?” he asked. “You've had a long day. Why don't you sit back and relax until we get back to the house.”
    She turned to him frowning. “You don't want to see it?”
      “What do you think Isis?” he asked looking at her.
    She studied him for a moment then smiled. “Yeah, you want to see it.” 
    Isis laughed and laid back. “You want to see it bad.”
      Marc couldn't help but laugh. This girl was something else and she was right. He did want to see it bad.
      “If you keep talking, I'm going to see it right now on the side of this road,” he cautioned.
      She shook her head. “No, I don't want to be tipsy when you see it. I want to see in your eyes that you like it.”
      “I already like it Isis.”
      “I like to look at you, it makes me want to touch you.” She squirmed in her seat. “And it makes me hot.”
    Marc took his gaze off the road. “Are you sure you're not drunk?”
      “Nope, just a little tipsy,” she answered. “I'll prove it. Ask me a math question. No, not math, I hate that.”
      “Ask me a question about me,” she instructed.
    Marc waited and then looked at her seriously. “Why do you believe so strongly in your father?”
      She was quiet for a moment before she answered. “Because I have to, he's all I have and if you take him away, I'll be all alone,” she whispered.
      “You have Isabelle,” he pointed out.
      Isis shrugged. “She has Ray and a baby on the way. She also has Jordan, Sean and their wives.”
      “I have friends but not anyone of my own, except my Daddy,” she explained. “Mommy died when I was still a teenager.”
      Marc knew all of Isis' past regarding her family. It was his job to know but he also wanted to hear it from her.
      “I still miss her so much,” she said shakily as her eyes watered. “Your mother reminded me a lot of her.” She turned to the window.
      Marc reached over and took her hand in his bringing it to his lips. “I should have asked you the math question.”
    Isis turned and looked at him through her wet lashes and smiled.
      They arrived at the house and Marc came around to help her out of the car. Isis held her shoes in one hand and her bag in the other. She gasped as he swept her off her feet and headed towards the door.
      “I can walk Marcus. I told you I'm not drunk,” she protested.
      “It's fine. I can't have you tripping and hurting yourself.” He managed to punch in the code for the door then walked inside still holding on to her. She was giggling as she pushed the door closed and Marc detected a sound inside the house.
      He immediately went into action standing Isis on her feet and drawing his gun. She looked at him startled and he put a finger to her lips and shook his head indicating for her to remain silent. He motioned slowly for her to move behind him and she moved instantly. Isis held on to the back of his jacket as he moved further inside.
      Marc held his weapon in front of him as they headed in the direction he'd heard the sound. He turned the corner and shouted. “Freeze! FBI!”
      “Yeah I know,” Ray answered holding a glass of apple juice.
    Marc sighed. “Ray! What the hell? I could've killed you.”