Chapter 229

He'd had women throw themselves at him before, but he could always brush them off without batting an eye. Weirdly enough, ever since this particular woman showed up, everything seemed to go off track. Right now, what infuriated Quinn Steele the most was how carelessly Isla Collins behaved. Sleeping stark naked in the home of a man she barely knew? Seriously? That was crossing the line. He practically jumped out of bed, stormed into the other bedroom, locked the door, and stayed in there the rest of the night. The next morning, Isla felt a little more human after a good night's sleep. She rolled out of bed, opened the door, and peeked out. Quinn wasn't there. Wrapped in a towel, she dashed to the laundry room-luckily, the clothes she'd washed last night were already dry. She got dressed and stepped into the living room, only to find Quinn had just gotten back, a bag of breakfast in hand. The warm vibe from last night was completely gone. He looked at her like she was some random strange