Page 10 of Her Older Sheikh

"You surprise me," he says huskily.

"Have I?"

"I thought I'd have scared you off by now."

I shake my head.

No, Mr. Mine.

I don't scare easily at all.

Another almost-smirk plays over his lips, and the sight makes me want to writhe.

He's right, after all.

I do want to eat him, and I know it's so because I have this sudden urge to trace the outline of his smirk with my tongue.

Behave, self!

The waiter comes back almost on cue to serve us our orders, and I have no idea whether this sudden reprieve makes me feel cheated or relieved.

See how you confuse me, Mr. Mine?

I take a bite of my toast, and I have this crazy urge to laugh when I realize that all this flirting has me hungry. I've eaten the whole thing up in minutes, and it's only when I reach for my shake that I see Mr. Mine has barely touched his plate...since he's been watching me the entire time.

"Youmade me hungry," I say defensively.

"Have I?"

Mr. Mine's sly tone makes me remember what he said earlier—-

You're looking at me like you fucking want to eat me.

And it's enough to make my cheeks turn red.

"I meant, for food!"

"Of course."

"It's all this flirting we've been doing," I explain in a rush. "I'm not used to it."

"You speak as if this is the first time you've ever flirted with a man."

"It is."

"I doubt that."

I give him a look of hurt. "I'm not lying."

"Then it must be because you're too young—-"

"Or maybe you're just too irresistible?"

His gaze narrows. "Can I ask you something?"

The abruptness of his question makes me feel guarded, and I look at him warily. "It depends on what you want to know."

Mr. Mine actually appears surprised, and I look at him chidingly in return. I may be a good girl having her first taste of real-life lust, but that doesn't make me an idiot who'll suddenly hand over my ATM pin.

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