Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,18
the strength in his shoulders and arms. The sweater displayed his muscles better than the gorgeous suit he’d worn back in London and she didn’t like that she noticed these details.
She pulled her eyes away as he walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him quietly.
Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself down, wanting to be professional and sophisticated but knowing that she’d destroyed that image completely with her panic a few moments ago.
She didn’t laugh at the “take your time” in one breath followed by a time limit with his next words. Normally, a contradiction like that would amuse her but right now, she was too nervous and too confused by her reaction to his presence and his touch to find humor in anything.
Using the techniques she’d learned as a teenager to tune out the cruelly taunting memories, she eventually calmed her racing heart. It was tenuous, but eventually, she found her balance again.
Dragging her legs over the side of the bed, she wrapped the sheet around herself toga style. Peering into the closet, she found a complete wardrobe that included jeans, sweaters, tops, suits, even dresses. What in the world? All of the clothes still had tags on them, but no prices. That was curious.
Ignoring the clothes, she shook her head as she moved to the shower, wishing she could understand this man. He was so out of her league! Why was he even interested in her? He had to have women throwing themselves at him all the time. Why would he waste his time on a woman who had a screw loose because of a ridiculous childhood trauma that she should have gotten over a long time ago?
She dated nice, comfortable men. Perhaps they were a little bit…wimpy. But those were the types of men that she preferred. They were safer, she told herself as she used the peaches and cream shampoo on her hair, relaxing as the scent surrounded her and she diligently tried to wash away the fatigue and confusion.
After drying off, she stepped out of the bathroom and looked around nervously, anxious that Nasir would return uninvited. She didn’t want to risk it, so she grabbed a pair of jeans and the first sweater that she touched, not even bothering to see if she liked the color and style or not. Cassy didn’t care if she looked good or if the color was hideous with her skin tone. She was getting out of this place and finding a hotel room where she could put a bit of space between herself and the man that stirred unwanted sensations. Sure, that was a cowardly reaction. But Cassy didn’t care. Not a whit! She was strong and competent all the time. This, she told herself, was a perfect day to retreat!
She’d learned the hard way that respect was the most important thing in a person’s life. She thought about that for a moment, pulling a tube of lipstick out of her purse. Perhaps chocolate might rank higher, she corrected as she carefully applied the cheerful color. Or maybe a close second. Actually, the respect vs. chocolate ranking - that was a moment by moment issue, she decided.
Rolling her eyes and tossing the jeans and sweater onto the bed, Cassy hunted through the drawers, hoping to find underwear. Of course, when she finally found a pair of panties, she was struck dumb by the lacy things that he thought would pass for underwear. Holding up a delicate scrap by one finger, she stared at it, not even sure how to put it on. This lace…it looked…complicated!
Tossing the…whatever…back into the drawer, she picked up another. And another and another until she came up with something that looked like it might actually cover her bottom more thoroughly. Those thong things?! Nope! There’s no way those could be comfortable. And anyone who tried to convince her that they could be was obviously lying!
The underwear she’d chosen looked decadent. And when she pulled it on, she actually turned to look at herself from behind in the mirror, startled by how her body looked. Especially her butt! “Wow!” she whispered.
“I agree,” a deep voice said from the doorway.
Cassy spun around, grabbing the jeans from the bed and holding them in front of her like a shield. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded furiously, her face turning a painful shade of red. “Get out!”
Nasir chuckled and moved closer, surveying her adorable backside in the mirror behind her that she’d