Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,54
responded to the note he’d left, ignored all of his calls, and, even when he managed to find time to actually fly here to London to talk to her, find out why she was ignoring him, she hadn’t been home.
Looking at her now, he could see the lie in her gorgeous eyes. Something wasn’t right. She was still achingly beautiful. Even though she’d ignored all of his attempts to contact her, he still wanted her.
Never had a woman run from him. Was that why he was so drawn to her?
He didn’t want there to be more. He wanted her to simply be a challenge. His interest, his obsession with this woman was merely the hunter in him tracking down his prey.
He snorted as he glanced down at the ridiculous ring on her finger. “Not much of a man if he gives you fake diamonds for your engagement ring,” he growled, still clutching her wrist in his hand.
He resisted the need to pull her closer, to feel her soft curves press against him. He could swear her breasts were larger, softer than he’d remembered. Everything about her was softer, he thought. And even more beautiful. Her eyes had a sparkle to them that he didn’t remember, but he’d been so entranced by her the last time, he most likely hadn’t been thinking properly.
“What’s his name?” Nasir demanded, even though every instinct inside him wanted to hunt the man down and crush him.
“Mike.”
Even the sound of her soft, lilting voice tightened his body, made him want to strip that hideous suit off and spread her out on the conference room table so that he could explore her incredible curves. She was lush in ways that other women had forgotten. They starved themselves, wanting their bones to poke out, their stomachs to be flat.
Women weren’t supposed to be bony! They were supposed to be soft, to be strong yes, but soft and curvaceous. Like Cassy.
For weeks, he’d been calling her, trying to contact her. He’d resisted contacting her through work out of respect for her privacy. But when she’d still refused to take his calls on her cell phone, he’d finally cleared his schedule and flown here to find her.
Only to discover that she’d discarded him and had not only moved on to the next man in her life, but was engaged!
Damn her for betraying him! Didn’t she understand how rare their connection was? Or was she so used to men falling at her feet that she needed to move on quickly, to master the next man?
But she’d been a virgin. He’d been her first lover and she’d resisted him initially. She’d fought him.
It didn’t make sense.
“Are you going to answer my first question?” he demanded.
“What was it?” she asked, her beautiful, chocolate eyes wide with…fear? Awareness?
Both, he decided. And something else. Something that didn’t make sense.
“Why are you marrying a man who gives you fake jewels?”
Her mouth fell open and he thought about kissing her, feeling her lips tremble under his until his kiss reassured her.
Hell, had he made a fool of himself? He’d never acted like that around a woman, but there’d been something about Cassy that…he’d felt comfortable around her. They’d discussed things, topics he never would have talked about with his other lovers.
Hell, he’d never really conversed with his other lovers. The women in his past had been selected for one thing, and one thing only. Sex. Easing the sexual tension. He was a man with a powerful sex drive. No woman had ever been able to soothe that raging beast.
Until he’d met Cassy. Everything about the woman soothed and yet stirred him. Even now, he wanted her. Knowing that she’d given herself to another man, he still wanted her. Yes, he wanted to obliterate that man from her world, claim Cassy and be her man. But if she loved this other man…?
“It isn’t fake,” she asserted.
There! Something in her eyes! He didn’t understand what was going on, but something didn’t add up.
And he was going to find out what it was. Cassy wasn’t telling him the truth. They’d been together for only three days, but they’d been days where they’d spent all of their time together. He’d gotten to know her well enough to tell when she wasn’t being honest. And his instincts were yelling that she was lying through her pretty, white teeth.
“What aren’t you telling me?” he asked, moving closer.
Cassy stumbled backwards, but the conference room table was behind her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. “Don’t