Seduced by the Sheik (The Raminar Family #1)- Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,24
eagerly heading towards the classroom.
Amit stood up, tucking the notebook under his arm as he approached her. “You are angry with me,” he commented. He only stopped when he was less than a foot away from her, looking down into her blue eyes with…challenge?
Harper wanted to step back, but would that be too revealing? Would it prove to Amit that he bothered her? Instead of worrying about that, she looked at the notebook under his arm. “What’s that?”
His eyes flashed with humor because she was avoiding the issue. Again. “I’m not going to show you until you tell me that you believe in me.”
Harper laughed, pretending to be outraged at his suggestion. Crossing her arms over her chest, she smothered her amusement. “Not a chance, Your Highness. You’re one of the most closed off men I’ve ever met. I apologize for assuming the worse, but you probably understand why I thought that you were working.”
He moved closer, leaning in slightly. “Fair point.” He looked as if he were contemplating a major diplomatic mission. “Okay, I’ll show you…if you use my first name.” His voice had dropped, sounding huskier, deeper and sexier.
Another laugh, this time with more tension, and she shook her head. “Nope.”
He chuckled, then pulled back. “Fine. I’m not going to show you.” He turned slightly. “Why weren’t you at breakfast this morning?”
Her eyes dropped to the notebook, then back up to his. Good grief, she hated secrets! “What’s on that page?” she challenged, shocked that she’d dare a man like this. Especially when he was this close.
He turned back to her, moving closer again. “Use my first name, Harper,” he retorted, his voice going even deeper.
Harper’s heart pounded and she licked her lips, trying to figure out how to get what she wanted without giving in. Honesty, she decided. “I can’t. You’re my boss. And you’re dangerous.”
There was a tense silence for a long moment. Finally, he said, “Both statements are true. But neither of them preclude you from using my name.”
She smothered a smile and shook her head. “Don’t you dare try and use logic and charm on me. Your logic doesn’t make sense to me. And I’m immune to your charm.”
“Is that so?” he replied, his eyes sparkling with…was that mischief in those deliciously dangerous eyes?
“Yes,” she nodded emphatically, even though it was a complete lie. “Quite so. And if you’ve done something for those girls, I should know about it. So, what’s on the paper?”
Again, he shook his head. “Use my name, Harper. And I’ll show you. In fact, I’ll show you anything that you’d like.”
Now, why did that offer sound so naughty? Even though she suspected she was playing with fire, Harper played along, “What if I don’t want to see anything after all?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine. Then I’ll see you at dinner tonight.”
With that, he started to walk away and Harper panicked. “Wait!” When he half-turned, looking back at her with that sardonic dark eyebrow lifted in inquiry, she had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping at him. “Look, I have a terrible need to know secrets. So, please, what’s on that page? An economics lesson?”
He chuckled softly. “No. It had nothing to do with their lesson plans.” He turned back, leaning a shoulder against the wall. “You know what you have to do if you want to appease your curiosity, Harper.”
She sighed with frustration, not wanting to give in, but every time she started to say no, her gaze dropped to that notebook. She really wanted to see what had entranced Elsa and Ellora! But still, she just couldn’t give in to his blackmail! She was just…Harper knew that she was stubborn. “Listen, you’re just pushing me not to use your name, Your Highness. I’m stubborn about things like this.”
He laughed! An actual laugh and the sound was beautiful, reverberating against the walls. “Poor Harper. What are you going to do? Whatever is on this paper, it might keep you from sleeping tonight, won’t it?”
He waved the notebook slightly.
Her gaze dropped to the notebook, then up to him, pleading. “Just…!” she grumbled under her breath, something about men and their irritating control issues. Then she huffed a bit more and turned to face him. “Fine! Amit! There! I said it, now show me what’s on the darn page.”
He clucked a bit. “You have a bad temper, my dear.” He moved closer. “It’s a good thing that I like the rest of your personality, Harper.” Then he turned the notebook around.