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Most of the guests seem to be aware of his royal status, and the disparity between us has never been more obvious as I watch other people bow and curtsy before talking to him.
I always seem to forget Sheikh Saif is the future king of Huzna every time we're together, but seeing all these rich and famous people treathimwith deference is making me question my reasons for seeking him out.
I feel like I'm this ugly duckling gate crashing a fête for swans, and the thought tempts me to run away again. This man is completely out of my league, but just as I'm about to step back, I see the sheikh disengage himself from his adoring fans...and stride straight towards me.
Oh shit.
Is he really heading this way...or is that what he wants me to think, just so he can have the pleasure of walking past me like I'm no different from a stranger? If the sheikh acts like he doesn't know me, I just don't know what I'd do.
Kill him, maybe?
Seduce him then kill him?
Or maybe I should just run—-oh, shit, he's in front of me now,and I...just...can't...breathe!
The whole world seems to fade, and all that's left is him. His heat envelopes me. His scent beguiles me. And when he finally speaks, the sheer sound of his voice is music to my ears—-
"What the fuck are you doing?"
—-until I realize what he's just snapped out in front of Miami's rich and famous.
Chapter Seven
What an asshole!
Did he just effin'growlthose words for everyone to hear?
Is this royal SOB implying I don't belong here?
"—-dressed like that?"
Oh, okay.
I was jumping to conclusions, apparently, and he's not actually questioning my presence in a party like this.
Rather, he's just publicly insulting the way I look...which isn't exactly any better.
