She sucked in a breath and spun on heels that brought her almost to eye level with him. Almost. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and I’ll thank you not to be commentin’ on my appearance one way or another!” Brushing past him, Charla was surprised at the feel of his warm hand wrapped around her arm. “Let me go Kasim.”

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”

This time she yanked her arm from his grasp and pushed his chest. His hard, well muscled chest. “You’d better back up, never know who might pickpocket you if you get too close.”

He chuckled again. “I’m not worried.” His golden gaze darkened and he pulled her close. “This dress has been driving me crazy all night,” he growled in the back of his throat and cupped her face. Before Charla realized what was happening, Kasim’s mouth slanted against hers, kissing her until she was mindless and could think of nothing but the slide of his tongue against hers. The delicious growling noise he made when she sucked his tongue. It felt delicious and terrifying, but so decadent. Too bad this guy thinks I’m a thief.

That thought was like a bucket of ice cold water over her and she pushed back, “Sorry but you’ll have to get your kicks by slumming it with someone else.” Then she stomped her way back inside where she left her half empty glass on the counter. “Ya’ll did amazing on the food, it was delicious.” She smiled at their pleased faces and made her way to the front door, grabbing her purse and sliding into her jacket.

“You’re leaving?” Rabiya appeared with a worried frown. “Stay, please.”

Behind her, Kasim appeared, scowling as usual. “Everything alright?”

With a glare at him, Charla’s expression softened for Rabiya. “Sorry honey but I’ve had my fill. This was a great party though so don’t worry, you’ve got this.” A tight hug and a quick kiss on the cheek and Charla was back outside and making her way to her car.

Later in bed, Charla couldn’t stop replaying the kiss in her mind. Why did the first man to set her body on fire in years have to be an arrogant king-to-be with a matching ego?