Page 8 of My Arabian Billionaire

Whoa!

Harper jumped back, startled by his sudden proximity. “D-don’t sneak up on me like that!” And don’t look so handsome when you’re near me. The sheikh was now dressed in casual Western clothing, dispensing with the robe in favor of a gray V-necked shirt and a loose pair of trousers. It made him look very different---

But it also still made him look sexy like usual, enough to make her heart sway like crazy.

Damn sheikh.

“I wasn’t sneaking up on you,” the sheikh said in his usual soft tone. “I just don’t make a habit of marching noisily like youdo.”

“I do not!” Well, okay, she did, but a gentleman would never have pointed thatout.

The sheikh gestured towards the seating area. “If you would make yourself comfortable?”

“Is that a command aswell?”

“If that’s what turns youon.”

Harper’s jaw dropped. “Sheikh!” Where. The. Hell. Did. That. Come. From?

The sheikh laughed. “Aistajama.” Be at ease. “It is merely ajoke.”

She gave him a wooden smile. “Funny.” Not. She hurried away from him and practically collapsed on the couch, red-faced and trembling. Had he really said that? Hadhe?

If that’s what turns youon…

Her cheeks burned hotter. The sheikh had never spoken to her like that before. Never! So why would he say such a thingnow?

Khalil took the seat opposite Harper. Her face was still as expressive as ever, and he was pleased with this. He had always liked Harper, had always enjoyed the way she spoke her mind and was never on her guard with him. But he had never let himself think of her as a woman. His mind had always shied away from the possibility, knowing that it could ruin the one platonic friendship he enjoyed with the oppositesex.

But it was differentnow.

The sheikh’s gaze ran over her slowly and thoroughly. Her hair was long, just like how he liked it, and he also knew from experience that it was soft to touch. He imagined fisting her hair as they fucked---

And his pulse leapt.

Her face was lovely, attractive, her wide mouth just the way he liked it, because it was the kind of mouth that gave the best blowjobs.

As for herbody---

He had always known she had plump breasts, far bigger than most women, but it was only now that the sheikh allowed himself to think of how it would feel, cupping those sweet, succulent breasts---

His blood heated, and if he had any lingering doubts about their sexual compatibility, they were all obliterated by his body’s swift reaction.

He wanted her, Khalil realized with surprise. Every time she flew over for Usbue Min Al-Abtal, his cousins would often take sly note of his interest in her, even back when he had been unofficially engaged to Sapphire March. But he had always dismissed their words as mere ribbing, and he had never allowed himself to think of Harper as something more than a qalifa.

But that would changenow.

His gaze narrowed on her, this woman whom his body craved. This woman, who was still glaring at him like he was a murderer---

Khalil raised a brow, drawling, “May I ask why are you looking at meso?”

Because if I don’t glare at you, I might stare at you with ridiculous longing, Harper thought, and she would rather kill herself than let that happen. But to answer the sheikh, she simply shrugged, knowing it was better to answer with silence than be caught lying.

“You always seem to be angry with me,” the sheikh mused.

She couldn’t help gaping. “And that’s seriously puzzling toyou?”

“Itis.”

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