Page 26 of My Arabian Billionaire

The plane had a fully stocked library of the newest titles for both books and movies, and there was also a mini gaming center that offered the latest console games as well as a pool table. Harper had done her best to enjoy herself, but in the end, she just found herself dwelling more and more on the differences betweenthem.

They didn’t just belong to different worlds, dammit. They were universes apart, and he should’ve known that, too---

So why had he still offered marriage to someone likeher?

When Harper joined the sheikh for dinner, she had worked hard to mentally prepare herself, determined to play it cool. But then she saw him dressed all glamorously in atux –

Her knees quaked.

And it had been all downhill from there.

Harper hadn’t been able to look him in the eye after that, much less answer his questions coherently. The food the crew served them looked exquisite, but Harper hadn’t been able to enjoy it either. She was so darn nervous she was worried if she tried taking in more than a few bites, she’d end up puking it allout.

“You aren’t eating much,” the sheikh suddenly said. “Is the food not to your liking?”

“Everything tastes delicious.” Or at least she believed itwas.

The sheikh suddenly came to his feet, and she jerked in her seat. “Is something wrong?” she blurtedout.

“It’s not good for you to lose your appetite while airborne.” The sheikh started walking towards her as he spoke, causing her to tense. “We still have about twelve hours of travel ahead of us.” And the closer he got, the tenser she became, that by the time he reached her Harper was stiff as a board, eyes glued to the carpeted floor. She had a feeling if she looked athim…

“You must eat.” The words were delivered in a gently commandingtone.

“I know,” Harper growled. “But I can’t.” It was the shameful truth, but she would rather bite her tongue off than let him knowthat.

Khalil sighed. “Ah, qalifa.”

Her teeth gnashed even as she kept her gaze downcast. Yeah, yeah, so she was being a little girl about this. Was he happynow?

“Fortunately for you, I have a solution forthis.”

Her eyes widened. Hedid?

The sheikh bent down, strong hands clasping her waist---

Oh!

“Whatthe---”

Everything happened so fast, and the next thing she knew the sheikh had taken her chair and he had her seated…on hislap.

Oh. My. God.

Harper immediately tried to lunge off the sheikh’s lap, but his hands merely tightened, and she was as good as trapped. She twisted around immediately to face him, glaring at the sheikh. “Let mego.”

“I will,” he promised. “As soon as I finish feeding you.” His eyes gleamed at the end of his words, more so when Harper let out agasp.

Feed her? Did he really think she would lethim---

“Say ‘ah.’”

Her lips automatically parted, and in went the first bite of beautifully grilledlamb.

Shit.

It tasted good, but there was a lot of it, leaving her no choice but to chew as fast as she could so she could give the sheikh a piece of her mind. As soon as her mouth was empty, she started to speak---

“Taste this one, too.”

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