Really, she knew this was crazy. Isabela knew she should've just stayed gone, or at the very least just stayed away from Jaime. But the pirate also knew it was far too late for that to happen. Jaime was under her skin, much as she hated to admit as much. If it hadn't been for the way their comments had been going, she wouldn't even have admitted she liked him where he could see it. Which just made wearing her poker face impossible. Somehow, Jaime just made her forget all the reasons why she ran away from relationships, why she refused to let people get to her like that. Really, emotions weren't something Isabela wanted a part of. They just complicated everything. And this whole situation was just one big ball of complicated.
Isabela wasn't the type to sit and fix people, or even fight for something like this. But for whatever reason, she was fighting for it now. Yes she knew Anders would probably yell at her and Felicia might have to smack her in the morning, but Maker's breath, she needed to see Jaime. Why had she let a man get under her skin in such a manner? The pirate was usually far more defensive with men, and rarely let any close to her in the way Jaime had managed to work himself in. Damn him. Damn him for doing this to her! She just wanted the hurting to stop, to stop the longing for just a little while. Right now, she wasn't even caring if they had sex or not. She just wanted him there, to look him in the eye. But if he started talking down to her again, that would be it. And she'd once again be proven a fool. Because really, love wasn't for her. All right so that was a lie she told herself, and had once told Hawke, but it was sometimes better to keep people from getting too close to her. Especially if she were to one day stab them all in the back. Which is how things had gone with Hawke. And she didn't want to do that to Jaime, but he'd done it to her. Yet here she was, waiting for him to arrive.
She paced back and forth, unable to sit still as she waited for him to arrive. She was agitated, wondering just what would happen once he was inside. But when she heard the knock and his voice, she abruptly stopped pacing. She drew in a deep breath, walked over to the door and opened it.
"Come in," she responded after some moments of looking at him, almost making sure he was actually there and she wasn't hallucinating. He was in luck, she hadn't been drinking today and was fully sober. Clad in an unseasonal tanktop and short skirt, if it wasn't for the gold jewelry around her neck, ears and lower lip she'd look like a model ready to work.
And Maker help her, her heart fluttered in her chest.