"Why did you follow me?" Isabelle asked Cary as he walked her back down the stairwell. He had removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, walking with her slowly and his arm round her waist.
"I...I knew there was someone after you..." Cary stuttered.
"And you didn't tell me?" Isabelle snapped. "Did you think it would be useful for me to know?"
"Of course I did," Cary nodded as she stood on the step above him and he managed to look up to her and into her eyes.
"Then why did you not say anything?" Isabelle snapped. "You knew he...you knew he would be there..."
"I didn't know that he would be here!" Cary snapped back. "Why do you think I came back up here?"
"I..." Isabelle didn't know what to say back to him.
"Look," Cary simply replied, "you are coming back to mine and that's final."
"I'm fine," Isabelle replied. "He won't come back."
"And you know that for sure?" Cary asked her and she said nothing.
"Come on," Cary said simply. "We're going."
...
"I'm not hungry Cary," Isabelle told the young lawyer as he ordered her and himself a Chinese.
"You need to eat something," he said and dropped his phone onto the worktop in the kitchen. He looked to the side and saw Isabelle stood there after she had been for a shower and his mouth fell open slightly and he managed to shut it before Isabelle caught on.
"I'm really not that hungry," she assured him.
"Well you're eating and that is final." Cary replied quickly. "I'm the host and you're the guest."
"Okay," Isabelle replied and sat down onto his leather sofa and he handed her a bottle of water.
"Thank you," Isabelle told him. "For everything...I...I didn't really want to stay at my apartment."
"You're welcome," Cary said back to her. "Something told me you would have regretted it in the end."
Isabelle ran a hand through her blonde curls which were pulled back into a bun as she tucked her legs underneath her and she sat in Cary's shirt and joggers.
...
"We're both adults Cary," Isabelle told him once they had washed up together and managed to be civil for the whole of two hours. Isabelle stood in the doorway of Cary's bedroom as he moved around his sofa, adjusting a blanket he had taken from his room and dropping it over the leather material as he stood in his pyjamas and looked at Isabelle.
"I'm fine on the sofa," Cary replied and Isabelle yawned.
"You have a big case tomorrow and you need sleep," Isabelle replied. "I will take the sofa and you can have your bed or you can just sleep in your bed with me."
"Fine," Cary replied with a nod. "I suppose you're right."
"I'm your PA," she snorted. "I'm always right."
"I suppose you have a point," he replied. "Do you want the right or the left hand side of the bed?"
"I am not bothered," Isabelle said.
"You can have the left then," Cary told her. "I like the right."
"Okay," she said and Cary climbed into his bed as Isabelle stood on the other side and pulled the joggers down her legs and Cary gulped.
"What are you doing?" he simply asked her.
"Your shirt is long Cary," she replied. "I can't sleep in these. I'll be too warm."
"Fine," Cary said, moving onto his side as she moved into the bed and turned onto her side.
"Goodnight Cary," Isabelle said after a moment of silence. Cary remained quiet for another few seconds before he replied;
"Goodnight Isabelle."
...
Cary slept soundly that evening as he found himself facing the other way and he managed to open his eyes, seeing Isabelle still sleeping with her hand stuffed under the pillow and her hair messed up on his pillow. He looked at her intensely as she breathed lightly and then he chuckled when he heard her snore. He never had her down as a snorer but it amused him deeply as he remained watching her before he stood up from the bed and adjusting the top and pyjama bottoms on his body before plodding out into the kitchen to hear a knock on the door at six a.m. He only hoped it wasn't the man from last night.
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