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began to ring and she opened her eyes to see him retrieving it from his breast pocket. He glanced at the screen and smiled.
      “Hello gorgeous,” he answered. “No, I'm just with a friend. Hold on a minute.”
    Marc glanced back at Isis. “I'm going to change, so stay close.”
    He walked away returning to his call. “Hey sweetheart, yeah, yesterday was crazy...”
      Isis stood and watched him leave, wondering what had just happened and who he was talking to.
      Isis selected the room where her clothes were already put away. Each bedroom in the home had its own bathroom attached so she didn't have to worry about running into Marc. She decided to take a swim to help her relax. Putting her hair in a ponytail, she found one of her bikinis and headed out to the clear blue infinity pool.
      She hadn't seen Marc anywhere around so she assumed he was still on the phone with his 'sweetheart'. How dare he kiss her when he was involved with a woman? Marcus Graham was apparently like every other guy, only caring about his own wants.
      Isis sat on the edge of the pool in the black bikini and sunglasses. She placed her feet in the water and stared at the bottom. What had she been thinking anyway? She didn't want Agent Graham. He wasn't her type. What her type was, she still didn't know but it surely wasn't a womanizing man. She frowned as the sun kissed her skin. She should have known that he had a woman. Men that looked and dressed like Marcus Graham probably had them lined up a mile long.
      Isis wondered how long she would be here with him. She'd called her director and explained the situation. He'd assured her he'd hold her spot. Isis had recently landed a leading part in an urban remake of Moulin Rouge that would start playing in a few weeks at the Pantages Theater. This was her first gig away from the University and she was proud to have landed it. However, she still needed a lot of rehearsing to nail her part. Leaning back on her elbows she lifted her face and allowed the warmth to fall on her.
      “You have a tattoo?” the deep baritone asked cutting into her thoughts.
    Startled she turned to him. “Yes, you seem surprised.”
      She watched as he came closer, dressed in dark swimming shorts and nothing else. His sexy brown body held her in rapt attention. Marc took a seat next to her and removed his glasses. “I am. I wouldn't imagine you with a tattoo.”
      Isis stared back out at the water. “There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Agent Graham.”
      “I thought we were going to be Isis and Marcus?” he asked.
      “I think it's better if you remain Agent Graham,” she supplied tightly.
    He sighed. “I see the brat is back.”
      “I'm not a brat!” she protested. “I just don't want to become one of your playthings.”
      He raised a brow. “First of all, I don't have playthings and secondly how did you manage to make yourself the object my pursuit?” He laughed shortly. “You think very highly of yourself Miss Martin.”
      She turned to him removing her sunglasses. “No, you do. You think you can kiss me then engage another woman in front of my face?”
      Marc nodded. “I apologized for my actions yesterday. It's clear you've taken it to be much more than it was intended.”
      “What was the intention Agent Graham?” she challenged.
    He turned and looked out over the ocean. “We should change the subject,” he said tightly.
      Isis stood to her feet and quickly shoved him with all her might. “Or maybe you just need to cool off!”
      Marc fell over into the pool and came up sputtering. He wiped a hand slowly down his face as he swam to the edge. His silver eyes hardened as he quickly grabbed her ankle.
      “Let me go,” she demanded.
      His grip tightened. “You know what Miss Martin?” he said on a low growl. “You're going to learn today that I'm not that man.”
      Isis looked at the dark hand wrapped around her ankle then back to his wet face. “What