Isabella turns him down

Isabella hesitated, her body trembling with need. His words sent a rush of desire through her, her breath catching in her throat. She wanted to give in, to let him take her, to surrender to his touch. But she was the Presidente, and this was wrong.

"No," she said firmly, her resolve strengthening. "I can't."

He sighed, his eyes searching hers. "You're sure?" he asked, his tone laced with disappointment. "We could have some fun. No string attached. I would hate to see a pretty little thing like you leave the party without enjoying yourself."

She shook her head, stepping back from him. "Thank you, but no," she said, her voice trembling.

He shrugged, giving her a small smile. "Your loss, beautiful stranger. But if you change your mind, the offer still stands."

He turned and disappearing into the crowd.

Isabella felt her heart sink, a mixture of relief and regret flooding her. She had come close, too close, to losing control.