ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories) by Kylie Knight
Authors: Kylie Knight
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another intense, ravenous kiss.
Because she couldn’t be sure of which it might be, she jerked back away from him, nearly knocking over her chair in the process.
Embarrassed, she cleared her throat and sat down. “Would you like to order something?” she asked, gesturing to the seat across from her. She had thought her immediate reaction of pulling away from him might cause him to be upset, but his smile was still in place. If anything, it might have even grown a little.
“Yes, I would,” he said, taking his seat until they were eyelevel from across the table.
Clarice waved over the waitress and when she stopped at their table, Clarice ordered a latte and Farhid got something with chocolate in it. When she left with their orders, the two of them sat quietly for a long moment. Clarice’s body was alight with energy, giddy, nervous energy that begged her to both be away from and closer to Farhid.
“You can’t do things like that,” she blurted suddenly.
Farhid’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but the smile that was quickly becoming infuriating stayed in place. He didn’t say anything though and Clarice quickly clammed up again when the waitress returned with their orders.
When the woman had left again, Clarice tried once more. “You can’t just send me a hundred roses,” she told him as sternly as she could. It was difficult because there was a part of her that wished he would keep sending the roses. Roses and chocolates and kisses and whatever else he thought might woo her, because she missed the affection. The attention. It had been so long since she had gotten either of those things.
“Shall I make it a thousand next time?” His tone was light and teasing, his eyes shining with mirth, but she had no doubt that if she answered “yes” he would do it.
Shaking her head, she said, “No. I want you to stop. My husband…” She swallowed back a bitter taste. She didn’t really feel like talking about Donald, or thinking of him for that matter. But it had to be done. Farhid had to understand. “What if he’d been home?”
“Is he usually home in the day?” Farhid asked innocently before taking a sip of his coffee drink.
Clarice pursed her lips together for a moment. The answer to that question was a resounding no, but that wouldn’t help her case. If anything, it might encourage Farhid further. Deciding to ignore the question, she pushed forward, “He would have been furious and then what would I have done?”
Farhid stared into her eyes and said bluntly, “Leave him.”
Shock made Clarice freeze. Had he really just said that? “I… I can’t just leave him!” she said, sputtering slightly as she tried to take in what he was telling her. “For what? For a kiss? One single kiss and I’m supposed to leave my husband.”
Farhid’s smile had dropped and his expression was all seriousness now. He stared at her just as fiercely as before, though, and it was clear that despite her incredulity, he wasn’t not going to give up without a fight. “No, not for a kiss. That is too innocent a thing for such a life altering decision,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving hers. “But for more than a kiss, maybe. Let me ask you this, Clarice, is your husband home right now?”
She hesitated. He’d asked her before, but she’d chosen to ignore the question. Now, she wanted to know where he would take it. “No,” she said hesitantly.
“And if he were, would he notice the roses?”
Would he notice a hundred roses in their apartment? Yes, probably. But would he notice that they were for her, sent by a man who wished to be her lover? Shoulders slumping, Clarice answered again, “No.”
Leaning forward across the table, Farhid’s voice dropped as he asked, “Do you want someone to notice you, Clarice?”
Clarice looked into Farhid’s eyes and was too scared to say yes, but it was what she thought. She’d been desperate for someone to notice her, to want her, she had just hoped it would be
Because she couldn’t be sure of which it might be, she jerked back away from him, nearly knocking over her chair in the process.
Embarrassed, she cleared her throat and sat down. “Would you like to order something?” she asked, gesturing to the seat across from her. She had thought her immediate reaction of pulling away from him might cause him to be upset, but his smile was still in place. If anything, it might have even grown a little.
“Yes, I would,” he said, taking his seat until they were eyelevel from across the table.
Clarice waved over the waitress and when she stopped at their table, Clarice ordered a latte and Farhid got something with chocolate in it. When she left with their orders, the two of them sat quietly for a long moment. Clarice’s body was alight with energy, giddy, nervous energy that begged her to both be away from and closer to Farhid.
“You can’t do things like that,” she blurted suddenly.
Farhid’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but the smile that was quickly becoming infuriating stayed in place. He didn’t say anything though and Clarice quickly clammed up again when the waitress returned with their orders.
When the woman had left again, Clarice tried once more. “You can’t just send me a hundred roses,” she told him as sternly as she could. It was difficult because there was a part of her that wished he would keep sending the roses. Roses and chocolates and kisses and whatever else he thought might woo her, because she missed the affection. The attention. It had been so long since she had gotten either of those things.
“Shall I make it a thousand next time?” His tone was light and teasing, his eyes shining with mirth, but she had no doubt that if she answered “yes” he would do it.
Shaking her head, she said, “No. I want you to stop. My husband…” She swallowed back a bitter taste. She didn’t really feel like talking about Donald, or thinking of him for that matter. But it had to be done. Farhid had to understand. “What if he’d been home?”
“Is he usually home in the day?” Farhid asked innocently before taking a sip of his coffee drink.
Clarice pursed her lips together for a moment. The answer to that question was a resounding no, but that wouldn’t help her case. If anything, it might encourage Farhid further. Deciding to ignore the question, she pushed forward, “He would have been furious and then what would I have done?”
Farhid stared into her eyes and said bluntly, “Leave him.”
Shock made Clarice freeze. Had he really just said that? “I… I can’t just leave him!” she said, sputtering slightly as she tried to take in what he was telling her. “For what? For a kiss? One single kiss and I’m supposed to leave my husband.”
Farhid’s smile had dropped and his expression was all seriousness now. He stared at her just as fiercely as before, though, and it was clear that despite her incredulity, he wasn’t not going to give up without a fight. “No, not for a kiss. That is too innocent a thing for such a life altering decision,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving hers. “But for more than a kiss, maybe. Let me ask you this, Clarice, is your husband home right now?”
She hesitated. He’d asked her before, but she’d chosen to ignore the question. Now, she wanted to know where he would take it. “No,” she said hesitantly.
“And if he were, would he notice the roses?”
Would he notice a hundred roses in their apartment? Yes, probably. But would he notice that they were for her, sent by a man who wished to be her lover? Shoulders slumping, Clarice answered again, “No.”
Leaning forward across the table, Farhid’s voice dropped as he asked, “Do you want someone to notice you, Clarice?”
Clarice looked into Farhid’s eyes and was too scared to say yes, but it was what she thought. She’d been desperate for someone to notice her, to want her, she had just hoped it would be
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