Page 33 of About Love and Revenge

Even without experience, I know that he's the type of man who would take a woman on a tour of the stars during the act.

His dark gaze traps me every time I look at him. He doesn't have a friendly face, and even though he wears fine clothes that I know are very expensive, you can tell there's something wild underneath.

He is never clean-shaven, like the men from our land tend to be. There's always a shadow of fur on his face, giving him the look of a pirate. His hair isn't perfectly cut either; it's thick and messy, making me want to feel it with my fingers. His appearance is capable of taking any woman's breath away, leaving whoever stares at him with no choice but to continue admiring him.

There's something about him that makes him irresistible, even before he starts talking.

There's nothing gentle in his voice, but every time he opens his mouth, it makes me want to obey him. Give in to his demands. Which is very strange, because I've always been the type of woman who rebels at the slightest sign of imposition. I was raised to be submissive like my sisters and mother, but I never agreed to the role. As I learned from a young age the consequences of defying my father, I pretended to accept everything that came from him. Inside, however, I was seething.

If I couldn't be myself all the time, especially with my dad, I made up for it by rebelling towards the rest of the world.

That's how I managed to scare off all my suitors.

Remembering that makes me think of our conversation earlier today. The things he said to me flipped the switch on my imagination.

I may be a virgin, but I'm not dead. I have masturbated and made myself come many times. I’ve also watched romance movies, and thelove scenes really caught my interest, but I always knew that, living on the island, there was no way I could experience any of those things without having a husband.

Besides, one must remember the fact that my dad would freak out if he found out anything... Everyone on the island knows each other.

Other than that, I've never been attracted to anyone until now. The men who attended our receptions were usually married, and the single ones were either too old for me or didn't arouse my desire.

I look surreptitiously at Odin again. He would be perfect to try out if I decided to go on an adventure. Beautiful and sensual like the heroes of romance movies.

Our conversations also excite me; they make me dizzy. His insinuations send goose bumps over my skin. Every time he says he wants me, I feel a pulse of desire between my thighs.

But I would have to be crazy to get involved with him.

It's not just that he took everything from my family.

I don't know about my father's business, but I know Leandros well enough to understand that he's not an honest man. I've heard some of his conversations with his lawyers and also with his security guards. My father will trample over anyone to get what he wants, especially if it involves money. The biggest proof of this is having negotiated my marriage with Naim without consulting me.

So I'm not the kind of daughter who thinks her dad is a saint just because he's my dad. I, more than anyone, know what he's capable of.

Odin said he's not a hero, and I believe him, but Leandros fits the villain role perfectly. Therefore, it's not the fight between the two of them that prevents me from embarking on Odin’s seduction but rather the fact that my life has been turned inside out.

I'm going to a strange country with a man who is supposed to be my enemy. I'm going to live alone and have a job to earn my own living for the first time in my existence. There are too many changes to process, and I can't add a sexual involvement with a man like him.

Not that I'm not interested.

I nearly fainted when he said he would spend hours, days, locked in a room with me, making love.

However, there are a myriad reasons why I wouldn't even considerallowing something to happen between us. The main one? He's my boss. If we get involved, when he gets tired of me, I'll be jobless. At least for the moment, I don't have another opportunity at hand to keep a roof over my head.

“You must be in the mood for a rest. I usually don't talk that much. I don't know what got into me,” I finally answer.

“If I didn't want to talk, you wouldn't have any doubts about it.”

I believe him. Odin doesn't seem like the type who lets anyone make him do anything.

“Is there a supermarket near the apartment where I'm going to live?” I try to focus on practical things.

“Supermarket?”

“Yes, I'll need to buy groceries. Can I go there on foot?”

“Have you ever done that? Bought groceries?”

“No.”

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