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Her face heated. “I already know what’s underneath.”
He chuckled. “I’m just glad you appreciate it.”
Itwasrather hard not to appreciate his assets. She stretched and yawned. “Please tell me it’s midday already. I’m not getting up for anything other than lunch.”
“Not even for what’s underneath my towel?” he asked with a grin. At her tragic moan, he added, “Guess you’re not a morning person. Good to know.”
A knock sounded at the door and her husband called out, “Come in.” A middle-aged woman in a gray headscarf and black hijab entered and he said brusquely, “Ah good, Farrah. Pack us each a suitcase of clothes, enough to last the week.”
Yasmine sat up. “We’re going away for a week?”
Jamal nodded and winked. “Of course. We’re not spending our honeymoon here.” He turned back to the servant. “A few pieces of swimwear, one or two evening outfits, some underwear and sleepwear. Oh, and some walking shoes.” He chuckled. “We’ll do some exploring…at some stage, I guess.”
Yasmine’s face grew warm, but Farrah was immune to any marital connotations, just as she seemed to somehow be immune to Jamal’s half-naked body. She was already busy retrieving two pieces of leather luggage and filling it with the required clothing.
It was only once Yasmine went to get up that she remembered she was completely nude. Jamal’s eyes glinted with repressed laughter as she once again wrapped a blanket around her body.
“Relax Yasmine. As my wife you’re expected to be naked.”
“Then I guess I should get used to it.” She dropped the blanket and sashayed toward the bathroom, her husband’s dark laughter following her.
She turned on the double showerheads and stepped under the spray, her whole body warm. Marriage was so much better than she’d ever imagined. But then her husband was so much better than she’d ever imagined, too.
Her gamble to trick him into being with her had paid off big time. Not only did Jamal treat her well, he took care of her needs in bed. Her stomach clenched. That might change when she failed to fall pregnant and he discovered she’d deceived him yet again.
“I’m so tempted to join you.”
She started and spun around guiltily, as though her watchful husband could read her thoughts. She managed to smile brightly and again resisted covering her nakedness. “What time did you say you wanted to leave?”
“I didn’t.” He smirked a little. “But point taken. Once you’re dressed we’ll leave. We’ll have brunch once we get there.”
She arched a brow. “It can’t be much past 9 a.m.?” Jamal’s palace was on the outskirts of Ishmat’s capital city, Al-Maya, so it made sense they didn’t have to travel far for their honeymoon. “I’m guessing wherever we’re going it must be by car.”
“That’s right.” His eyes darkened as she turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower, then dried herself. “I like that my wife is beautiful and smart.”
She straightened, aware of his eyes lingering on her pussy and then her breasts. Heightened self-awareness zinged through her. “And I like that you appreciate my body as much as I appreciate yours.”
Though she was tempted to show off her body a little longer, she cleared her throat to drag back his attention. “I’m glad you have no problem with a wife who knows how to use her brain.”
She wrapped the towel around her and he smiled as he lifted her chin with a hand and kissed her gently. He pulled back and his eyes held hers when he said, “You will be the mother of our children. I hope and expect they’ll be as smart and beautiful as you.”
That she had no intention of giving him what he wanted made her insides twist with guilt. “Or they might take after you,” she answered, hiding her empty, stricken voice with an attempt at humor.
He chuckled, taking no offense. “There’s always that risk,” he conceded with a warm glint in his eyes. “We should probably get dressed,” he added.
Chapter Eight
Jamal had always enjoyed driving his own vehicles, but he still had to allow for some concessions. Such as the bullet proof glass and reinforced metal that made up the body of the jeep he’d chosen.
There was also his security detail, his trained combat men who drove in front and behind his vehicle. The men were essential, particularly in the city where endless alleyways, buildings and hideaways made such an attack more likely. Though he was loved by his people there were always enemies waiting to take him down, enemies that now included Sheikh Arif.
At least once Jamal and his wife were inside the safety of his most recently built resort, his security could fade back and become much more discreet, leaving him and Yasmine mostly to their own devices.
He glanced at his wife, his heart thudding a little harder as all his protective instincts rose up inside him. She looked gorgeous in her white sundress and pretty little heeled sandals.
She really was his angel.
How had her father even considered giving her away to the fat, cruel Arif? The man might be wealthy but he wasn’t honorable and didn’t have a kind bone in his body. Yasmine would have become a shell of her now beautiful, glorious self.
