Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Four

She gave him a ravishing smile. The man was definitely old fashioned, and the way he called her Belle made her feel like a princess. "I'm glad I agreed to." she replied.

"Shall we?" He offered her his left arm, and she hooked her hand in it. Wanting to feel more of her, he placed his right hand over her fingers, pressing down gently. She was soft and warm. Tonight those fingers would touch him in all the right places, just as his hands would learn every inch of her body. Just one night with her couldn't do any harm, right?

"So, can I ask where we are going?" Isabella asked.

Samson grinned and shook his head. "No you may not, It's a surprise." he replied.

"Oh, I love surprises." Isabella said and her face lit up like that of a little Child who had just been promised a treat.

She would get plenty of surprises with him. All good ones, he hoped. He helped her into the car and addressed his driver.

"We're ready, Darrell." he said.