“Shut the door!” Jack snappedapparently still angry at her for the confrontation in the house.
Isabelle glanced longingly out the door. She could jump out now, say that she had changed her mind and run back into the house. Surely he wouldn’t follow her. Although, she was certain that he would. She was good and trapped. If she got out now, then he would be in her room. If she stayed, she would be able to get away from himat the club, and shewouldfind another man that she was attracted too. With a resigned sigh, Isabelle slammed the door and the light turned off.
Stefan turned around in his seat, his jaw clenchingtightly. He could not believe that she had thought to evade him by taking off with her brother, and Jack. He couldn’t believe she’d had the nerve. He also couldn’t believe what she was wearing. A muscle began to twitch in his cheek from the fierce clenching of his jaw. Every man there was going to be after her. The thought infuriated him beyond belief. His hands clenched into fists as he turned to look out the window.
If this was the way that she wanted to play, than that was just fine. He was going to give aswellas he got. There would be lots of women there. Lots ofwomen,who would be more than eager to warm his bed, not run away from him.
“I cannot believe that you’re wearing that,” Ian muttered in disgust.
Stefan had to hide a grin as he realized that her brother was almost as upset about the provocative dress as he was. Although, her brother was worried about it because of men likehim, who wanted nothing more than to rip it off of her, reveal her splendid body, and take her. He was worried that he might just rip it off of her before the night was over.
“It’s a perfectly fine dress,” she retorted.
“For a hooker,” Jack mumbled.
Isabelle’s face reddened in anger. “You would know!” she snapped.
“Hey! I haveneverpaid for it! And we’re only looking out for your safety!”Jack protested hotly.
Isabelle was seething as she clenched her hands in her lap. She really didn’t need this, especially not in front of Stefan. They were treating her like a child. “And how is that?”
Ian and Jack both sighed wearily. “You’re such an innocent Isabelle,” Jack muttered. “Abby and Vicky have morecommonsense than you do.”
She stared at them in disbelief, hating the childish way that they insisted upon treating her.“Are you telling me that you would rather see Vicky or Abby in this dress, than me?” she demanded.
“Yes!” they both cried.
Isabelle sat in stunned silence, unable to believe what she was hearing. “Why?” she inquired softly.
“Because Vicky and Abby at least havesome idea about men, you don’t,”Ian said coldly.Isabelle’s face flamed red. Shedespised the fact that they were talking about her like thisright now. In front ofhim! “They can handle a man, you can’t.”
Isabelle’s mouth dropped open as her hands fisted tightly in her lap. She was fighting the fierce urge to punch them both in the face.“That’s ridiculous!”
Stefan didn’t think it was at all ridiculous. She really didn’t have any idea about her effect on a man, or whata man was capable of doing. “Doyou have any concept of men?” Jack demanded.
“Maybe if I had ever met one I would!” she snapped furiously.
Stefan bit on his bottom lip to keep from laughing. To think he had been feeling sorry for her because her brothers had teased heraboutfeeding. He now realized that Isabelle gave as good as she got, and was more than capable of handling them. “We’re going to have to beat the guys off of you!” Ian yelled.
“Then there will be less of them for you to worry about while you’re looking to get laid,” she retortedhotly. “Besides, I can handle myself perfectly fine, thank you.”
“Isabelle...” Jack started.
“Look, I am a grownwoman;I don’t need anyone to raise me anymore. I can handle myself, and anything that happens.Besides I’m stronger than any human male, so I think Ican protect myself around them.Now just back off!”
“Never could talk reason into that thick skull of yours so forget it,” Jackmuttered.
“Isn’t that what I said when I got in the car?” she demanded.
Isabelle turned to the window, her face flushed with anger, and embarrassment. There were times she greatly wished that she had no family at all, and this was definitely one of them. It didn’t help that she could sense Stefan’s anger, and humor. They were yelling at her about the men in the club, yet the one that they should be afraid ofthey had invited to come with them! Well, she’d show them all. She was a grown woman, and she could definitely handle herself.Especially with a human. It was the man sitting in front of her that she couldn’t handle herself around.
CHAPTER 12
Isabelle immediately began to wish that she wasn’t such a coward. She could have stood up to him in her room, she could have told him to leave.She could havemadehim leave. Instead, she had run like a deer straight into the lion’s den. The club waspacked;the flashing lights, pounding music, and overwhelming smell of sweat, alcohol, and blood were enough to make her head pound the minute that they walked in.
Isabelle stopped in the doorway, her eyes wide in surprise as she struggled to take everything in through the mass of bodies, and the pulsating lights that were nearly blinding. The dance floor was beneath them, down a narrow set of metal stairs. There was no room on it as men and women ground against each other.
She waswearingmore clothesthan most of the women here.Her anger from earlier returnedwith a vengeance as she scowled at Jack and Ian, who wisely chose to ignore her. Hell, she was dressed like a nun compared to most of the women there!
