Isabella was stunned when the Ambassador took her in his arms and kissed her.  It was just like in her fantasy, only better.  His lips were warm and soft, and they molded to hers perfectly.  She breathed in his cologne, forgetting about the Vamp Rose.  His scent was more enticing.  She closed her eyes, concentrating on the strength of his arms around her, holding her close.  This was what she had been waiting for.  A man who could take her breath away.<br/><br/>Slowly he moved his lips away, and she watched the blush rise from his neck into his face.  He swiftly apologized, saying he couldn’t help himself.  So sweet.  Not at all like you would expect from an Ambassador.  Before he arrived she would have expected him to be pompous, proud and dominating in speech and action.  But the way to her heart was a gentler way.  A way that spoke volumes about his respect for her as a woman.  And his desire.<br/><br/>Once she caught her breath, she spoke, her hands still on his chest.  “There is no need to apologize.  If you did not notice, I accepted your advances.”  She smiled sweetly.  “Please do not concern yourself with such matters.” She moved closer so their noses were almost touching and looked into his eyes.  As she did so, she allowed her lips to hover very near his, in a teasing manner.  “There is one thing, however, that I think we had better get straight right away.”  She lowered her eyelids halfway, her lips touching the tip of his nose.  “Would you allow me to call you something other than Mr. Ambassador?”<br/><br/>