Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,57

by his Zurich home, but that had been the site of his callous treatment of her that morning. She wasn’t going to be impressed, intimidated, or overwhelmed. Not again!

Moving to the middle of the beautifully decorated living room, she turned and glared up at him, ensuring that she stayed several feet away. “Okay, I’m here. What do you want to know?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her stomach and backing away from him.

Nasir glared right back at her but she wasn’t taking it tonight. She was still angry, still hurt, and still pregnant!

“Why didn’t you allow my pilot to fly you home? Why did you take a commercial flight?”

She shrugged and put the sofa between them, her pride coming to her rescue. “Because of the way you dismissed me. I wasn’t a charity case. I got home on my own steam. I don’t need you or your money, your ridiculous plane or your staff. I wasn’t going to bother you. You didn’t need to sic them all on me to make sure I didn’t follow you back to your country.” She shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not a stalker. I understood that, when you weren’t there the following morning, that we were finished.”

Nasir rubbed a hand over his face, guilty that she’d translated his actions in such a way. “Cassy, I promise you, that was not the message I wrote in that note,” he told her urgently.

Cassy shrugged. She’d been dismissed. That was it. “It doesn’t matter now, does it?” she muttered, glaring back up at him, trying desperately hard to hide her feelings for this man. “I think it would be better if we just…moved on.”

He stepped closer to her. “It isn’t over, Cassy,” he told her firmly.

“It is over,” she told him, her hand absently straying to her stomach, but she quickly pulled back, startled that she’d made such a mistake.

Should she tell him about the pregnancy? Was it fair to keep him away from his child?

How would she feel if the roles were reversed?

That thought definitely put the issue into perspective! She knew that she would feel horrible. Outraged.

Cassy looked up at him, still unsure.

“What just went through your mind, Cassy?” he asked and she cringed when she noticed the way his eyes had narrowed. Sharpened.

Cassy looked up at him, startled because he was no longer on the other side of the room. He was standing right next to her and she could feel that heat, the pull between their bodies that never seemed to dissipate.

She had to fight it. Gritting her teeth, she backed away. “Nothing.”

He hesitated for a long moment, his eyes watching her features. Then he shook his head. “It was definitely something,” he countered and shifted around so that she was pinned against the back of the sofa. “Talk to me.”

She shook her head, still trying to resist him. She had to be strong! This wasn’t going to work! They were from two different worlds and their lives needed to remain that way. “No. We talked that weekend we were together and, in the end, it was pointless.”

He reached up, touching her cheek, then trailed his fingers down the overly sensitive skin on her neck and she shivered, remembering how he had used touch to seduce her. Just as he was doing now. “Stop,” she gasped, but the words were too soft. She grabbed his hand, pulling his fingers away from her neck.

He smiled slightly. “I don’t think I can,” he told her and bent lower, his lips nibbling along her neck, right where his fingers had been. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he urged. His hand skimmed down her arm and Cassy had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from moaning out loud.

“I’m not thinking,” she whispered, then froze at the honest statement. She definitely hadn’t meant to say that out loud!

“Why is that?” he asked, his lips nibbling a bit more before moving lower to her shoulder. She suddenly realized that her wool jacket was no longer buttoned up. Nor was she wearing it! Oh, he was good!

Cassy spun around, thinking to get out of his arms. “Nasir, I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” he asked even as his hands slid higher, keeping her within the circle of his arms.

“Because…” she couldn’t think. Not when he was doing things like that. And his hands! Good grief! Those hands could….

“Because I’m engaged!” she gasped and tore herself out of his arms. It was such a horrible lie, but Cassy was