Page 6 of Her Older Sheikh

Mm.

A wildly genius idea captures my thoughts, and it has me hastily swallowing back a giggle.What if...I secretly take his photo and submit it to Hot Dudes Reading?

I'm already taking my phone out before I can even make up my mind, and as I discreetly get my phone to zoom in closer and closer and closer—-

Oh my.

How can a man have such extraordinarily long, beautiful lashes? Can this man be any more perfect?

That does it then.

I absolutely need to take a photo of him, and just as I squirm to get the perfect angle, and hide my phone behind my table's floral centerpiece, my phone camera lets out a loud telltale clicking sound—-

Eeek!

Mr. Mine finally looks my way, and shock has my iPhone slipping out of my suddenly nerveless fingers.

Busted.

All I can do is stare in horrified fascination as Mr. Mine rises gracefully to his feet...in order to pick my phone from the floor. He arches a brow when he sees what's on the screen, and when he glances at me, all I can do is smile weakly. "Oops?"

His lips twitch ever so slightly, and I just want to swoon all over again.

How does he do it, seriously?

Why you so, sounbelievablyhot, Mr. Mine?

Does this all come naturally to you?

Or is there a secret charm school for men that you took classes in?

Mr. Mine glances at my table, and I'm momentarily distracted by the color of his eyes.Tiger-gold,I can't help thinking, and the color is exquisitely apt. If he was a beast, he would definitely be all big, sleek, and dangerously fast like a tiger.

"May I?"

My heart pounds when I realize what he's asking for. I allow myself a little nod...and a moment later, it's all I can donotto gasp.

That he'd take the seat across mine was a given, or so I mistakenly thought.

But instead he takes the chair adjacent to mine, and my body burns even hotter when our knees bump ever so briefly under the table. It's just the most fleeting of contact, but I feel like it deserves some kind of record for being able to make a woman all hot and bothered in the shortest amount of time.

My gaze drifts to Mr. Mine as I wait for him to apologize and say it's just an accident, but this turns out to be another erroneous expectation, since all he does is gaze at me with lazy, tiger-gold eyes.

"You look nervous."

His voice is just asmanlyas I remember. It's all deep and strong, with just a hint of roughness that teases you into thinking what kind of beast he'd be in bed.

"Why?"

Sweet, sweeeet baby Jesus.

Something starts spreading sinuously through my veins, and it takes a moment for me to realize it's actually lust that has invaded my blood.

I've read about this, you know.

Like, countless times.

Big bad alphas always purr.

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