The Sheikh’s Secret Heir(13)
Pleasure wasn’t her goal, a fact she had to remember before she let the atmosphere cloud her common sense. “I’m ready to work when you are,” she said as she faced him.
“Tonight we will relax and simply enjoy each other’s company.”
That could involve going somewhere she didn’t want to go. Correction. She shouldn’t go. “I slept the entire trip, Tarek. I have no problem getting started on my duties.”
“We will begin first thing in the morning with a visit to the resort. In the meantime, I will show you to your room, where you can freshen up before dinner.”
She saw no point in arguing with him because she couldn’t deny she was starving—both for food and for his touch. She could partake in one, but not the other. Not unless she wanted to forget her reasons for being there had nothing to do with falling into bed with him again.
After Tarek started down a corridor to her right, Kira followed behind him past several rooms, all the while recalling his perfect butt, which she unfortunately couldn’t see now, due to the length of his gray jacket. But she had seen that tempting bottom before in all its glory, and his well-toned legs, his ridged abdomen and his impossibly broad shoulders. She remembered in great detail clinging to those shoulders before running her palms down his back, exploring the pearls of his spine before spanning the width of his rib cage, then traveling down to the curve of his buttocks and curving her hand between his thighs...
“I hope you find it to your liking.”
Kira snapped back into reality when she realized Tarek had opened the door to a room. Stepping forward, she peered inside to find her luggage resting on a copper bench at the foot of the king-sized bed covered in a silky white spread, and another set of glass doors leading out onto a private veranda dotted with aqua chaises and white wicker tables. And yet again, another stellar view of the ocean and a private beach.
“It’s definitely to my liking,” she said as she stepped into the suite. “But are you sure I’m not putting you out of your room?”
Tarek moved to her side, barely two inches separating them. “My quarters are on the opposite side of the house.”
Too bad—her first thought. A good thing—her second. At least she wouldn’t have to run into him on a regular basis, should she choose that course. Right now, after catching a whiff of his heady cologne mixed with the salty scent of the sea, she would like to do more than run into him.
Clearing the uncomfortable hitch in her throat, she turned to him and smiled. “Is there a bathroom nearby where I can take a quick shower before dinner?”
“As you wish,” he said after making a sweeping gesture toward two bifold doors.
Kira followed his lead and peeked into the spa-like bathroom, equipped with a copper-tiled shower that had enough room and spray heads to wash an army all at once. And beside that behemoth shower, a jetted soaker tub butted up against a narrow window, which provided another incredible view of water and wide-open sky. “I suppose I can make do with this.”
Finally, Tarek gave her a half grin. “If it is not up to your standards, you are welcome to use my facilities. As I believe I mentioned, I have a steam shower as well as a sauna.”
Getting naked anywhere near this gorgeous man would be a recipe for danger. Sensual, hot danger.
Determined to put some space between them, she moved to the white marble vanity and ran her hand over the countertop. “Actually, I was joking. It’s so huge I’m afraid I might seriously get lost in here. If I don’t show up in an hour, please send a search party.”
“Should you go missing for any length of time, I would not want the staff to see you in a state of undress. Therefore, I would seek you out since I have already seen you naked.” Before she could respond, Tarek began backing to the door. “I will inform the chef to have dinner prepared in one hour.”
“All right,” she said. “Where do you want me to go?”
He sent her a smoldering look that seared her from forehead to feet and all parts in between. “I fear if I answer that with complete honesty, you will not join me for our meal this evening.”
She frowned. “Where exactly is the dining room?”
“You will find it beneath the stars.”
With that, he exited the bath, leaving Kira alone entertaining fantasies she had no good cause to have. She immediately returned to the bedroom to unpack her suitcase and select something to wear. After her lingerie was tucked into a drawer, she stuffed the bottle of prenatal vitamins beneath it, determined not to give away her secret before she had a chance to reveal it to the master of the house. If she revealed it. That still remained to be seen.