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Oh, if only he really were a sex-mad demon, then she would have known what to do, and he would be exorcised out of her life once and for all.
But unfortunately for her...Tarif Al-Atassi was all too human, and she had a bad feeling it was only a matter of time before all hope was lost and she would find it impossible to resist him.
One dance, one word, one touch – that was all it took for any woman, even her, to fall for a playboy’s trap, and even though she was not in love with Tarif Al-Atassi, Anisah also knew better than to pit her inexperienced self against the sheikh’s seductive prowess.
Since indirect rejections didn’t work on the sheikh, Anisah took a deep breath and decided to switch tactics. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, but I cannot, will not, and will never dance with you.”
“For what reason?”
She lifted her chin. “Because you are not my type, sheikh.” There. She had said it. Hopefully, he would go away and leave her in peace now.
Unfortunately, it only caused the sheikh to throw his head back with a laugh.
“What a rare, improper thing for you to say, Tory.” Tarif shook his head. “You have quite the impressive knack for taking me unawares, anisdi.”
“I believe I’ll take that as a compliment, sheikh,” she said coolly.
“You should,” he answered easily. “But maybe take it as a warning as well – because this talent of yours only makes me want you more.”
Oh! Her stupid heart skipped a beat, her body jerked, and she forgot for one embarrassing moment what she had prepared to say.
His eyes gleamed. “Cat got your tongue, Tory?”
His words were something of a relief, giving her something else to focus on, and she said sharply, “Please stop calling me that. People might misunderstand—-”
“They won’t.”
“And you can be so sure of this how?” she asked scornfully.
“Because there will be nothing to misunderstand.” The sheikh’s tone, on the other hand, was calm and laconic even. “I am known to be very possessive, and I doubt there is a man in this world who will be so foolish as to call you in the same manner. You are Tory to me and only to me—-”
Anisah gaped at the sheikh. “Are you out of your mind?”
“With lust for you? Most assuredly so.”
Aaargh! She could feel her entire body blushing at his words, and she asked in a mortified voice, ““Will you please stop uttering such things?”
“Why should I? Because it’s not proper?”
“Yes,” she affirmed with relief. At long last, the sheikh understood—-
“Being proper ceases to be virtue if it hinders you from being true to yourself, my sweet.”
Oh curse this man to the abyss and back!
“It is the truth—-”
“Interesting you’d say that,” he interjected, “considering that everything you’ve said in the past fifteen minutes has been a lie.”
An outraged gasp escaped Anisah at the unexpected accusation. “Excuse me?” How in the world had their conversation come to having her character questioned?
“Are you denying it?”
“I am not a liar!”
“Then tell me what you truly think of me,” Tarif invited lazily. He saw her lips tighten in response, and his lips curved into a taunting smile. “Afraid?”
Indignation flared inside of her, and Anisah’s chin automatically lifted. “Of course not!”
