length,â Zafiq ground out, and she looked up at him with a stunning smile, her eyes challenging him to a fight.
âIf this is offending you, you could always take me to the city.â
So that was her plan.
She was trying to drive him mad.
And she was succeeding.
Rigid in the saddle, Zafiq scanned her outfit in silent disbelief.
Somehow sheâd turned a modest, shapeless robe into a high-fashion item.
Sheâd ripped the fabric with her hands, tearing a metre off the bottom so that it now skimmed her thighs, exposing her incredible legs. And, as if that wasnât bad enough, sheâd taken some of the leaves from a date palm and woven them into a belt, accentuating her tiny waist.
Suffering from an explosive blast of sexual arousal, Zafiq took a deep breath and acknowledged that his plan to cover her up had failed spectacularly.
She looked like a temptress straight from a Greek myth.
Frustrated by his own response, he raked his brain for an alternative solution to concealing her. âYou will stay in the tent today,â he commanded, and she raised her eyebrows, a hint of humour in her gorgeous blue eyes.
âAm I supposed to say, âYes, Your Highnessâ?â
ââYes, Your Highnessâ would be fine.â
Her smile was apologetic. âTrouble is, Iâve never been much good at doing what people want me to do. I was brought up to challenge and question. I have a tendency to do the opposite of what Iâm asked.â
Zafiqâs gaze didnât shift. âIn that case, I order you to stay out of the tent and to walk around half naked until we leave this place.â
She collapsed into a fit of giggles, her laughter so infectious that he felt the corners of his mouth twitch.
âYou see?â She was still grinning, a tiny dimple flickering at the corner of her full mouth. âYou do have a sense of humour. Youâre smiling.â
Was he? Zafiq vaulted from the horse, removed the animalâs bridle and urged him towards the oasis to drink, reminding himself that there was nothing amusing about this situation. But he had to admit that there was something incredibly refreshing about being with someone who didnât automatically say what they thought he wanted to hear. âHow is your headache?â
âGone, thanks. Did you get any sleep on the floor? Must have been pretty uncomfortable.â
âI slept,â he lied, unwilling to admit even to himself that this woman would cause him a moment of unbroken sleep. âAre you ready for break fast?â
âDefinitely. Iâm starving. Then I think I might go for a swimânaked, of courseâand then a long ride in the desertââ
âYou are being intentionally provokingââ
âNo, Iâm being me. And you donât like me, so why donât you just take me to the city? Then you can have a few daysâ peace and quiet. Iâm nothing but trouble.â
âThe ability to handle trouble is the true test of a manâs character,â Zafiq purred, and watched with satisfaction asa flicker of surprise touched her beautiful face. âAnd I love being tested.â
He had no intention of revealing that heâd never been tested like this before.
Never before had he felt such a powerful urge to forget who he was and just lose himself with a beautiful woman.
Irritated by his own thoughts, Zafiq scanned her slender frame. âYou donât look like a woman who eats break fast.â
âI burn off a lot of calories.â She sounded defensive, as if he wasnât the first person to say that to her. âThereâs nothing wrong with me, OK? I donât have an eating disorder and Iâm not on any stupid dietââ
âIs that what people say about you?â
âNo.â Her denial was a little too fast. âAnyway, I donât care what people say. Iâm slender because Iâm a very physical
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