Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
The way his body burned at the sight of her every moment was proof of it, and that was exactly what was happening now, with his cock twitching demandingly under his pants when the covers slipped down Anisah’s body and exposed a tantalizing amount of her breasts as she turned to her side.
He watched her clouded eyes roam around her surroundings slowly, as if she was trying to figure out where she was. He waited patiently until her gaze finally found hers, and when the confusion finally faded from her gaze, his lips slowly curved in a smile of challenge. He knew that whatever she had to say, it would not be what he expected –
“Just so we’re clear, this doesn’t change things, okay? I still don’t want to fall in love with you.”
And it was not.
Leaning back against his lounge chair, the sheikh took his time answering purely to provoke her, and he was rewarded almost instantly when she glowered at him. Still, he waited, and only when she opened her mouth to speak did he ask lazily, “Are you certain about that?”
Anisah threw the sheikh a fulminating look at the taunting tone of his voice. “Of course I mean it! I am not so shallow to allow myself to be influenced by a night of sex—-”
“Was it good, by the way?”
“Was what good?”
“The sex,” the sheikh drawled. “Was it good?”
Her mouth opened and closed.
It was good.
It was really good.
It was unbelievably good.
“It was okay,” she said finally and tried her best not to turn red when the sheikh smirked at her answer.
Stop acting like a ninny, Anisah!
Anisah pulled the covers up to her neck in an effort to regain her composure. It must be because she was still naked under this cursedly thin sheet while the sheikh was fully dressed. That was why she was acting so unnaturally silly. Her lack of clothes made her feel vulnerable and exposed, and it was why her heart was banging so hard against her chest and why her breasts started to feel swollen and heavy when she noticed the possessive heat in his gaze.
That was all, she told herself doggedly, and nothing else.
Squaring her shoulders, she met the sheikh’s gaze with a scowl and said as firmly as she could, “I meant what I said, Your Highness. This is still an affair in the guise of a temporary engagement, we’re still free to break things off whenever we want, and you’re still not – ”
“Has anyone told you you’re a romantic?” the sheikh asked with a grin.
“Well...” Anisah had to think about this.
“Because whoever did was lying his head off.”
Anisah made a face, and he grinned. “To say the truth is to show you respect, nem?”
“You—-you—-oh!” How she hated it when he ended up having the last word! Annoyed at being verbally thwarted, Anisah made a furious yank of the covers in a fit of frustration, and she swung her legs off the bed as soon as she had the covers wrapped securely around her body. She knew she was acting like a child throwing a tantrum, but she didn’t care. She just needed time and space to think –
Oh!
The sheikh had captured her wrist from behind and she found herself forced to turn around. “Please let go—-” Her voice trailed off.
The sheikh was holding out a small box open in his hands, and in it was the most exquisite ring: a thirty-carat diamond surrounded by a band of amethysts.
Anisah paled. “Sheikh—-”
“Tarif, my sweet,” the sheikh chided. “I’m your fiancé now, remember?”
When he started to take the ring out of the box, Anisah unthinkingly hid both her hands behind her back, forgetting in her panic that this would cause the sheet to fall off her body. All she could think about was preventing him from doing so terrifyingly symbolic.
The ring the sheikh held in his hand didn’t look like something he’d have purchased from Tiffany’s or one of the country’s famous jewelers. Instead, it looked old, the kind that seemed to have passed from generation to generation, the kind that only a woman who had every right to be the sheikh’s bride should – wait a minute.
Why was the sheikh grinning?
A frown worked its way on her forehead as she slowly looked down, following his line of sight, and that was when she realized he had been staring at her naked breasts all this time.
Oh, curse this life!
The sheikh captured her left hand as she hastily bent down to retrieve the covers, and Anisah ended up struggling to wrap the sheet around her body single-handedly. “Please let go—-” Her voice faltered when the sheikh tightened his grip while holding the ring over her captured hand.
Tarif’s broad shoulders rocked with silent laughter as Anisah started struggling against his hold like he had turned into a serial killer. “Cease your struggles—-”