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Ember's eyes widened.
"—-until I was listening to you talk while I was in the shower. You sounded breathless, and it sounded...familiar."
She remembered that moment, and she realized that was why he had suddenly cursed in the middle of his shower.
However—-
Ember tossed her hair over her shoulder. "You remembered wrong."
"Have I?"
"I wasneverbreathless."
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"You were never breathless...just like being with me now isn't turning you on?"
Ember saw the sheikh staring pointedly at her nipples, which were unfortunately pointing back at him.
Eep!
Ilyas smirked at the way his secretary quickly crossed her arms over her chest. But just as he was about to tell her she had nothing to hide—-
"I'm going out to make some coffee."
What the hell?
Ember had already hurried off before he could say a word, and when he joined her in the living room, it was to see that she was already hard at work by the espresso machine. The damn woman really did believe coffee solved everything, and it was both fucking maddening and cute at the same time.
Ember could feel the demon prince staring at her as she fought to keep her hand steady while pouring milk into her glass, and the intensity of his gaze was making her feel like she was acting in his personal porn movie again.
What are you going to do now, Ember Hallman?
Ilyas gritted his teeth as his secretary bent down and lowered the tray of drinks on the table.
Where the hell were those amazing tits of hers?
Was shestillhiding them in fear they'd have him pouncing on her the moment they jiggled under her oversize clothes?
Was this her way of telling him she wanted to forget last night ever happened?
Damn her.
Just seeing the cool look on his secretary's face was pissing him off. He wanted to destroy her composure, devour her until she was a fucking mess. He wanted Ember to want him the way she had wanted him last night, and it was this thought that had him going on the offensive as soon as she offered him a glass of iced coffee.
"Why the cold drink all of a sudden?" Ilyas growled. "You've always said you hated them."
Ember frowned at the sheikh's combative tone. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
"Don't change the subject."
"I wasn't—-"
"Is it because you don't want me to know the truth?"
"What truth are you talking about?" Ember blurted out. "I just made you iced coffee—-"
