Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
I shut my eyes, my face turning completely red. “Amir!” I say.
“What?” He laughs. “It’s not like you haven’t already seen it all.”
“Jesus,” I huff. “Put some clothes on.”
“Gotcha,” he says, sniggering as he grasps them from the desk. “These will do just fine.”
I take a sneak peek when he’s turned his back toward me and watch him put on the clothes I designed. I can’t stop staring at the flexing of his muscles with every movement. He’s right. The clothes do look beautiful on him. Then again … anything would with that body.
When he turns around again, it’s hard not to drool.
“And? What do you think? Good?”
I nod. I don’t even know what to say. He’s gorgeous. And still totally a prince that I should not be thinking about in the way I am right now.
He smirks. “Love it. Exactly what I needed.”
I smile. “Glad you like it. And thank you for the fabrics.”
“No need to thank me,” he says. “I told you I’d get it done. I always keep my promise.”
He places his hand on my waist, pulling me close. “Did you like the flowers too?”
The seductive look in his eyes makes my head spin. “They were lovely. Thank you.”
I spin on my heels and focus on the clothes I placed on the desk, trying not to get distracted by his coarse hands finding their way underneath my shirt. I’m melting into a puddle, but I can’t allow this to happen. Not with everything that’s at stake.
“Amir, we—”
“Shh,” he interrupts, his hands snaking their way around my belly.
His lips press a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. “You don’t have to say a word.”
And that’s just it. I don’t even know what to say. All I know is that this could put us both in danger. I could lose my job, and he … well, his father could punish him, and I don’t even wanna think about what he’d do to us if he found out.
“Let’s continue where we left off …” he whispers into my ear.
He gently coaxes me backward, away from the desk. His lips on my skin make me lose all sense of reality. Until I open my eyes again and realize we’ve only had him put on just one of my designs. He hasn’t even touched the rest. This is what I came here for. What I was hired for. What if Mrs. Adallah comes in and sees us? It’d be the end of my time here. Or worse … my entire career.
“Wait,” I say, trying to pull away.
However, he holds me, refusing to let go. It makes me stumble backward into him, and he loses his footing too. I squeal as both of us fall, entangled together.
Not onto the floor … but right into his bath.
I sputter and splash as I come up for air, the lukewarm water waking up my senses.
“Amir!” I shout as he was the one who dragged me in with him.
He laughs out loud, shaking his head, which makes droplets of water fly everywhere. “It’s just water. Relax.”
“The clothes!” I say, pointing out that he’s still wearing them.
“A bit of water won’t ruin them, right?” he muses, approaching me again.
I sigh and then sink into the water. I guess it’s already too late now. We’re completely soaked.
“Sorry I dragged you in with me,” he says, cornering me against the edge of the tub. “But you were the one who shoved me.”
“I was trying to get away,” I reply, licking my lips when I see the drops of water roll down his shirt. God, I wish the water didn’t make it so clingy. I can see every inch of his muscles protruding through the fabric.
“Why? Afraid I’m going to kiss you again?” he murmurs, cocking his head.
He’s so close now, I could almost taste him. Almost. I swallow hard.
“Because I want to,” he whispers, inching closer and closer until our lips are just a breath away. “Really … really badly.”
Before I know it, he’s already got his mouth locked onto mine.
Just like before in the pond, only this time I’m even more helpless to stop him. My mind goes on blank the moment his tongue parts my lips and claims mine. He circles around inside my mouth, taking me as if I always belonged to him.
He kisses me deep. Hard. In every way I always dreamed of being kissed.
And between each breath I take, he whispers sweet words that lay claim on my heart.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers. “Like the sun. I can’t stop wanting to be in your presence.”
He grasps my face with both hands, intensifying the kiss. It feels like I’m dreaming. Like I can’t breathe.
I’m kissing a prince. A real prince. This can’t be any more outrageous or scandalous, yet I can’t stop myself from kissing him back all the same.