Collapsing, he rolled to the side, taking her with him, reluctant to let her go yet as his erection slowly dropped down. Hugging her to him, he kissed her eyelids as she stifled a yawn.
Stroking her back, he felt her breathing even out and within moments, she was asleep again. Smiling down at her, he kissed the top of her head and held her in his arms while he drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Eleven
Kim awoke to find a naked Adonis in her bed. Her eyes flew open when she realised that it was Karim. She blushed as memories of their night of passion flooded her mind. Was she really that bold?
When she had awakened to see him standing over her, she was sure that she had been dreaming and when he didn’t stop her, the urge to fulfil her fantasies took over. This was not normal behaviour for her. She would never come onto a man first.
Now Karim was going to think that she was that kind of woman. Well, she wasn’t solely to blame. He let her touch him, and then kissed her. And that kiss had felt so magical. Kim glanced over when she felt Karim begin to stir as she saw him slowly waking up. Still too shy to face him after last night, she instantly closed her eyes to act as if she was still sleeping.
The aftermath of their actions worried her. Amare had already warned her about his attitude with women. For her, this was the best night of her life. For him, it was probably just another one-night stand.
He would probably go about his business as if nothing had happened. Karim grunted as he sat up. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she felt him get out of bed and could hear the rustle of clothes, as he got dressed.
“I am returning to my room to shower,” he told her flatly, as she opened her eyes in surprise. Not even a good morning, she thought to herself as she watched him get dressed.
To her surprise, he leaned down to kiss her cheek as he grinned at her, “Did you think that I didn’t know you were pretending to sleep?” he asked her before standing back up. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”
Shaking her head, Kim climbed out of bed and walked to the shower. How could he be so casual about last night, she asked herself. Maybe it was best to put last night’s events behind her. Karim was Amare’s older brother and it wouldn’t be appropriate to have a relationship with him while she was tutoring his younger brother. No matter how hard it was, she was not going to develop feelings for him.
After a long shower, Kim got dressed and made her way downstairs for breakfast. She was very hungry. As she walked toward the dining room, she noticed the maids looking at her a little more than usual. Some were even whispering amongst themselves. Kim thought it odd but she decided to shrug it off. Moments later, she walked into the dining room to find Karim already seated at the table dressed in a charcoal grey shirt and grey trousers. He looked and smelled good. He was looking over some paper work as usual.
Joining him at the table, Kim served herself some food and immediately started eating. Karim looked up, “Did you go in my office to work on the accounts?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied. Not only had she been bored, but she was worried about the outdated accounts. Clearly, he needed help with them even if he was too proud to ask for her assistance. They had been created using old formulas and old digital systems that from the looks of his notes, he was lost.
“How much did you do?”
“I basically got through most of it.”
Karim raised his eyebrows. “Explain to me what you did,” he said to her. Kim moved closer to him and started explaining and pointing out what she had done. He listened as she spoke, asking questions and having her go over some areas again.
“The formulas are all set up. So I would recommend inputting all the data into Excel as it will make it much easier to keep track of instead of this method,” she said as Karim frowned.
“I will think about it,” he replied. Kim stared at him blankly.
Pursing her lips, she shook her head, why was he always disagreeing with her?
“Given the amount of data, it would be of the greatest benefit to your company to update your accounting to something, oh at least from the twentieth century,” she told him dryly. “That way you can, as a minimum, provide your shareholders with something logical instead of…this,” she finished gesturing to the handwritten ledgers.
As Karim was about to respond, two maids walked into the room, one was carrying a tray of fruit. They glanced over at Karim and then at Kim before they placed the tray on the table. There was something strange going on; Kim thought to herself. Why were they looking at her like that?
“Sheik Karim, is there anything else we could get you?” one of them maids asked him.
“No, you may go.” He dismissed them with his hand as they bowed their heads and left the room.