Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,15

soft, warm, and incredibly inviting just now. It was taking all of his control to not pull that sheet back and make love to her. The spark that he’d noticed in the meeting had only grown stronger, but instead of fanning the flames of that spark, Nasir resisted, wanting…more. He wanted to…understand her. Which was completely out of character for him. Usually, he preferred his mistresses uncomplicated. So what was the allure Cassandra held for him?

Cassy bit her lower lip, trying to remain sophisticated but feeling completely inadequate. Tucking her legs up underneath her, even though the fluffy comforter was still covering her, she looked around. “Um…where are my clothes?”

“My housekeeper picked them up earlier this morning when she tried to wake you up.” He moved over to the wall where apparently a coffee service had been rolled in. “Cream, no sugar, right?” he asked, looking at her over his shoulder.

Cassy pushed her hair out of her eyes, hoping to look presentable but she suspected that she had mascara smudges under her eyes, no doubt her lipstick was completely gone, and her hair probably resembled a rat’s nest at this point. Traveling was not kind to one’s appearance, even in a private plane.

That’s when her eyes and brain surged into action, registering the delicate china cup in his hands. Coffee! Goodness, the moment she realized it was here, the fabulous scent hit her and she nodded eagerly. “Yes. Thank you.” Why was she being so polite? Shouldn’t she be screaming and demanding answers? And dressing?!

She felt completely off kilter and he was acting as if everything going on, including her being almost naked, were completely normal events in the course of his day. “Um…where did she take them?”

Why did his lack of concern for her near-naked state irritate her? He was almost blasé about her lack of clothing. She shouldn’t care that this man was used to naked women lounging around. It shouldn’t bother her because it was none of her business. He was a business client. Nothing else.

Okay, so her gaze roamed up and down his legs…uh, okay, honestly…she was looking at his tight butt. She shouldn’t be looking at a client’s butt. She shouldn’t even be thinking about a client’s butt, much less admiring said client’s butt while telling herself that he had a nice butt. Nope, butt admiration was not part of her law firm’s services!

When he turned around, one dark eyebrow went up and she knew it was because her cheeks were turning red. Cassy tried to play it off, pretend she was sophisticated and all of this…craziness…was totally normal. But it was hard because…well, he was gorgeous and scary and terrifying and had muscles that she’d like to…!

Nope! Client, she reminded herself firmly. And a client who was in her bedroom and…! Not good! Cassy should not be thinking of stripping Nasir naked! Clients and clothes-taking-off were a bad combination, one that could potentially get her fired, even if the idea sent a delicious shiver through her.

He brought a cup of coffee to her and Cassy carefully accepted it, holding the sheet in front of her with her other hand.

“Your business suit was sent to the dry cleaners. And I’ll probably have a tailor fix it. The cut and style are completely wrong for you.”

Cassy had just taken a sip of her coffee but his words made her choke.

He waited patiently until she’d gotten her breath back. “Wrong cut?” She frowned up at him for a moment, not really understanding. Her suit was a good suit! She’d gotten it on sale at one of the better department stores, so she knew there wasn’t anything wrong with it. Still, she couldn’t stop the question, “What do you mean?”

He sat down in a chair beside the bed, his own cup of coffee in his hands. “Which statement confused you?”

Cassy stared down at the comforter, not sure which question needed an answer more quickly. “I guess I’d like to know why you took my clothes to the dry cleaners without permission. I wasn’t told about this trip until literally the last minute, so I wasn’t given time to head home and pack.” she explained. Then looked up at him, pleading for understanding. “I don’t have anything else to wear!”

Instead of reacting to her indignant answer, his eyes heated up. Previously, his gaze had focused on her face but with her question, his eyes traveled downward, noticing the curves under the covers. “I think I’m in a better position