Since Shane Sterling had already taken care of her leave, Isla Prescott was in no hurry to rush back to the studio.
She put on some makeup, carefully covering the noticeable hickeys with foundation.
The entire time, Shane Sterling leaned against the bathroom counter, watching her with a smile and his arms crossed.
"And you're smiling," Isla Prescott said, glaring at him. "Couldn't you have been a little gentler?"
Earlier, while putting her hair up, she'd discovered that it wasn't just her collarbone—there were two hickeys on her neck as well.
"Don't do this again," she said, her tone serious. "What if a student or parent sees? It would look bad."
"Next time..." Shane Sterling latched onto the key words, savoring them playfully. "When, exactly, is 'next time'?"
He slowly closed the distance, his arm wrapping around her waist. His warm breath brushed against her ear. "How about now?"
Isla Prescott quickly pushed him away. "What are you thinking? It's broad daylight!"
