Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“As you command, anisdi.”
Harper turned red.
Khalil laughed. “Do not be embarrassed. As you will be my wife and queen—-”
“I didn’t say—-”
But the sheikh only continued as if he hadn’t heard her at all. “You will have a right to order me around.” His eyes glittered. “And I think I like the idea of you ordering me in the bedroom once in a while.”
Oooh. And Harper scowled, lest she forget herself. She was not going to imagine anything. She was not. But it was impossible, and soon enough her mind was filled with images of the sheikh undressing at her command, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing inch after inch of his gloriously hard chest—-
Shit.
As her face heated up, her guilty gaze flew to the sheikh’s.
Shit.
His smirk was enough to tell her he knew what she had been fantasizing about.
“Want to give it a try later, anisdi?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied stiffly.
“Then perhaps I’ll be the one ordering you around—-”
Oh, drat. “No one’s going to be ordering anyone,” she said firmly. “Okay?”
But the sheikh only smiled.
A pair of stewardesses entered the room after a moment, clearing the dishes, followed right after by another pair, this time to serve them coffee and dessert.
When they were alone again, she said, “A single person could have done all that.”
“But it would have taken the person longer,” the sheikh murmured, “and my time is precious.”
She supposed that was true, but even so it still felt a little too extravagant.
The way her brows furrowed amused the sheikh. Did she not know how ridiculous it was to worry about such things considering the size of his wealth?
“After this, I will unfortunately need to spend a few more hours in the office working.”
“Umm. Okay.” Why was he telling her this?
“I thought you should know beforehand that my work schedule is more...demanding than most.” He paused. “And it is unlikely to change even when we are married.”
Oh. Now she got it. And Harper frowned. “You mean if.”
His eyes only gleamed in response, and she was torn between wanting to melt and scratch his eyes out. He was just so arrogant!
“Perhaps you have some other questions about the marriage I could answer before I go back to work?” Khalil wasn’t surprised when Harper didn’t answer right away. It was this cautiousness of her that he liked about her, after all – and he still did, even though it put his throne in jeopardy.
“There is no need to hesitate in voicing out your thoughts, qalifa.” The sheikh’s tone was gentle. “Asking questions do not mean you have committed to the idea of marrying me. I promised you a week, and a week you will have to think about it.”
Harper was relieved and grateful to hear the sheikh’s assurance, but even though she knew she should thank him for it, she just...couldn't. She just wasn’t that type of person. And so in the end she heard herself grumbling, “I knew that.”
The sheikh’s lips pressed together, once again suppressing his smile, which he knew would only rouse her sweet little temper.
“So...do you have questions?”
“Just a few.” Harper kept her voice deliberately casual. “Not that I’m worried about anything, but I just like to be clear with stuff.” Unfortunately, her voice squeaked in the end, betraying her nervousness, and Harper’s cheeks flushed. Shiiiiiit. Squaring her shoulders, she decided to start again and after clearing her throat, she asked, “What about my father?”
“He will live with us in the palace, if he chooses to accept our invitation, which I hope he will.”
“Oh.” She had not expected that at all, and if she were honest, it was so much better than she had hoped for.
“Any other questions?”
“What about me?” she muttered. “What do you expect me to do if we...”
“Marry?”
She nodded.
“You can say it, you know.”
“I know.”
“Then say it.” And this time, his dark eyes were laughing at her, damn sheikh.
“I don’t want to.”
“Because you can’t.”
“Because I’d rather not.”
“How disappointing,” the sheikh murmured with a mock sigh. “I had never thought my future queen would be a coward—-”
“I’m not a coward,” she growled. “And fine, if it means so much to you – I want to know what you expect of me if we marry.” Harper’s eyes threw daggers at the sheikh. “Happy now?”
“Beyond ecstatic, saghira. I can only imagine how much sexier it would be once you start talking dirty.”
Her? Talk dirty? To him? And just like the damn sheikh had planned, erotic images once again flashed in her mind. Harper locked in the sheikh’s embrace, moaning, Fuck me. Cum inside me. Make me your slut—-
No, no, no.
Her eyes flew to the sheikh’s, and again he was smirking. “Care to share what you were thinking just then, anisdi?”
“I’d rather cut my tongue off.”
“A pity.” But the way his eyes were laughing at her told Harper he already had a fairly good idea of what she had been thinking. Damn sheikh.