Seduced by the Sheik (The Raminar Family #1)- Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,7
throat, she lifted her chin, doing exactly what she’d advised several of her patients over the years to do; accept what she’d done wrong and apologize for it.
“Your Highness,” she started, but paused when the dark eyebrow lifted over those strangely lovely eyes. Her heart fluttered alarmingly as she wondered how a man with such a savage presence could have such beautiful eyes. It was the lashes, she decided, tilting her head slightly.
“Doctor Harper?” the man prompted.
Harper jumped, realized that she’d been caught staring, and shook herself to push away those distracting thoughts. “Right. Um…” she cleared her throat, looking down at the floor. But because she didn’t like the subservient mannerism, she lifted her head and looked him directly in the eyes. “I need to apologize for my rude behavior yesterday,” she told the man, ignoring the slight curl of his lips. Lips that seemed…cruel. In fact, his whole face appeared cruel. It was only the hazel eyes and those crazy long lashes that softened his face, making him seem…well, definitely not approachable. But absolutely dominant!
“You were tired,” he finished for her.
Harper watched as he leaned forward, the movement straining the material over his arms and she swallowed hard at the evidence of his muscles. Good grief, did the man bench press elephants?
“Are you ready to meet my nieces?” he asked, pulling her attention away from his muscles.
Harper licked her lips. “Um…yes. But, before I meet them, could you tell me more about the situation?” At his nod, she continued, “The message I received before accepting this assignment was only that the girls had lost their parents and had stopped speaking. But I don’t know how old they are, how the parents died, who their closest relatives are, what’s going on within the family, if they have any other siblings or relatives living with them.” She waited, but he didn’t respond. His thin lips pressed together and she saw the closed off look in his eyes.
“I’m not trying to pry, sir…uh…Your Highness,” she corrected, stepping closer. “My goal is to understand the family dynamics. Having this information prior to meeting the girls will give me valuable information that will help me understand, and give me the background to guide the girls in our conversations.”
The man stilled, his eyes narrowing further as she spoke. Harper moved forward, her passion for her work banishing her fears and his effect on her senses.
“Sir…I mean, Your Highness…children’s behaviors don’t happen in a vacuum. You see…”
Amit lifted a hand, stopping her passionate explanation. Her ardent questions were just one button too many for him. The first had been watching her walk into his office, her hips unconsciously swaying as she moved. It had taken him a moment to bring himself back under control because she’d literally taken his breath away.
It had nothing to with her outfit and everything to do with the woman underneath those hideous clothes. If he had the power, he would banish the miserable white blouse and stiff, brown slacks to the trash heap. How did such a stunningly beautiful woman find such awful clothes? Her white shirt wasn’t wrinkled today, but it was buttoned up almost to her neck. She probably thought that the subdued professionalism gave her a serious look. Unfortunately, her beliefs were wrong. Her demure clothing only enhanced her image as a stunning, very expensive call girl and he had ridiculous fantasies about her throwing those dark-rimmed glasses away, pulling the pins out of her long, blond hair as she tossed it around and…
Damn it! He had to get his mind out of the gutter. He was acting like a horny teenager! This woman was a renowned psychologist with a vast wealth of knowledge. She was here to do research and help his nieces. Nothing else!
“Please, have a seat,” he offered, not daring to stand up because his reaction to her figure and those soft, full lips, not to mention his active imagination, was having a prominent effect on his body. He needed a few minutes to get himself back under control.
Unfortunately, when she sat down in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, the stunning woman leaned forward. With anyone else, the gesture would be fine. But when Doctor Ross did it, and yes, he was using her professional name to try and remind himself of her role here, she looked…eager. Not eager to help his nieces, but eager to reach out and touch him, to kiss him and…