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She was bemused. “Roll my eyes?”
“I meant this.” Leaning forward, Tarif pressed a finger to Anisah’s pursed lips, and his eyes gleamed as she jerked away from his touch. “Smiling, anisdi. Is it so bad that I make you smile?”
He expected her to deny this, but instead she said without hesitation, “Nem, alshaykh,” and Tarif threw back his head with a laugh. There she went again, surprising him once more with her unexpectedly straightforward manner. It could only bode well for them, Tarif thought in lazy satisfaction. With this woman in his life, he doubted he’d ever be bored.
Gazing at her with hooded eyes, he murmured, “If my ability to make you smile is shameful, then you must abhor the fact that you are attracted to me.”
Anisah’s teeth gnashed at the good-natured humor underlining the sheikh’s tone. “This may be a laughing matter to you,” she snarled, “but it is not so for me. I don’t even understand why I f-feel...you know.” The sheikh smirked at the way she stumbled over her words, and she grew more livid. “That is precisely why it makes no sense I feel this way!”
“That?”
“There’s just something about you that rubs me wrong,” she couldn’t help growling, “and everything you do and say just makes me so—-”
“Frustrated?” Tarif guessed. “Furious? Restless?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Enough to tempt you to hit me even?”
“Yes!”
The sheikh nodded in understanding. “It’s called sexual frustration.”
“Ye-—I mean no!” She shot up in her seat in a mixture of horror and annoyance. “How in the world did you end up with—-” Her words came to an unplanned halt when she noticed the way the sheikh was lowering his head towards her, and she caught her breath.
This...was...not...good.
“S-Sheikh—-”
“You do not believe me?”
“No—-”
“I see.” The sheikh’s lips curved. “That’s too bad.”
No, it wasn’t, Anisah thought. It was good.
“Because now I’d have to prove otherwise...with a demonstration.”
The sheikh was right, Anisah thought. It was bad.
And with this, she quickly planted her hands against the sheikh’s hard chest and tried to push him away. “Your Highness! No! Stop!”
But the sheikh’s head only continued to descend, and now even his large, powerful body was crowding closer and making Anisah plaster herself helplessly against the window behind her back.
“Tarif,” the sheikh rasped, and this time his voice was so thick with desire she almost whimpered at the sound of it. “Don’t you think it’s time you called me by my name?”
Oh stars of the desert, please help me...
Anisah could only shake her head as the heavens appeared deaf to her prayers, and her body started feeling hot, heavy, and oh, so, achingly wet. “This is wrong—-”
“Because I’m a sheikh? Or because you think I am not the kind of man you should be attracted to?”
“I...I...” Oh curse him, it was so hard to think with the way the sheikh was looking at her, and she said almost despairingly, “You really don’t want me, Your Highness. You only think you do—-”
Tarif almost smiled, thinking how no other woman would say such a thing to him. “Believe it or not, but I used to question my obsession with you as well. You, my sweet, are not the kind of woman I am normally attracted to either.”
The words stung more than she expected it would, and Anisah glared at the sheikh. “No one’s forcing you to like me, Your Highness, and nothing you say can ever make me change myself—-”
