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under her eye, down her check and neck to settle under her shirt at her
collarbone.
    “Don’t you find it ugly?” she asked.
    “No. You went through hell during this, and
these scars are your own war wounds. Most people’s scars are on the inside
where no one can see them. You should be happy with them, Elle. You’ve lived
through what caused them.”
    “But they’re ugly.”
    “Only to people who don’t understand what you’ve
been through. I don’t understand, but I respect you for it. Are they the only
scars?”
    She shook her head.
    “Can I see them?”
    “They’re under my clothes.”
    “I promise to be a gentleman. This is our time,
Elle, to do what we want.” He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to
look at him.
    The tears she held in fell down her cheeks. He
wiped them away with gentle fingers.
    “I’ll show you.”
    Isaac stood and began unbuttoning his crisp
white shirt. She didn’t protest as a hard, tanned chest was revealed to her.
His chest was hard and firm. His stomach had a six pack, which any actor would
want. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on his body. She wrapped her arms
around her waist to comfort herself. There was no way she would be showing this
god her body.
    He sat down next to her. “Touch me.”
    “What?”
    “I want you to trust me. Touch my body. I have
no visible scars to show you, but my body is yours to touch as you like.”
    She gazed at the beautiful male chest and
reached out to touch him.
    ****
    Isaac was a goner. The moment he’d seen her
something had awakened inside him. A deep profound longing held him in its throes.
He stared at her scars and saw nothing but the beauty inside her. She looked so
lost and alone, and he wanted to be the man she could rely on. The type of man
she could trust. Sitting across from her with his shirt off, he craved her
touch more than his next breath.
    She was so much smaller than he. While she
stared at his chest, he looked his fill of her gorgeous body. Most of the women
in his circles were health conscious, always worrying about what they ate. All
the women he’d dated had spent a great deal of time telling him the benefits of
one diet or the other. As if they could tell him how important they were based
on the effort they put in to be so thin. He’d grown tired of the bags of bones.
He wanted a woman who loved to eat and laugh, a woman who could take being bent
over a hard surface and fucked for hours without breaking.
    His cock pulsed at the image of Elle bent over
the bed, her legs open wide as he screwed her hard and fast. The thoughts of
her naked were going to drive him crazy. Brad had asked him to make sure there
would never be any visits like this one.
    Could he let Elle go after only just finding
her? She intrigued him, fascinated him, and they were only on their first
meeting. He winced as her cold hands touched his chest. Her touch sent heat
throughout his entire body. He watched her face and thought about what Brad had
said. She’d never been with any men. The accident had happened a great deal of
time ago. Did she know the scars were faded? The scars had none of the redness
that was often seen on recent injuries.
    In his world, she’d be torn apart for the way
she looked, but to him, she was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in a very
long time.
    His life had been filled with self-centred women
whose only desire was to break into his bank balance. Elle had no such desire
as she didn’t know who he was. For the first time since making the arrangement
with Brad, Isaac saw the benefit he could get from it. When he was with her, he
could be the man he wanted.
    Isaac Welch no longer mattered. He could be
Isaac, a man with no intentions but to make Elle happy.
    “You’re so warm,” she said.
    He covered her hand with his. “I like your
touch.”
    “This seems so surreal, Isaac. Is this what
happens on your usual business days?”
    He didn’t have a clue what other escorts did,
and he no longer