Excerpted from Chapter Five
Rou blushed wildly. “I’m not your type. I’ll never be your type. It has to do with laws of attraction.”
He could still feel the warmth and softness of her mouth beneath his fingertip. “Laws of attraction?”
“It’s my field of study.” She pushed a long, silvery tendril of hair behind her ear. “The science and chemistry of romantic love. It’s an unconscious drive, something the brain controls through chemicals and hormones.”
“And you don’t think my brain could find you attractive?”
The edge of his mouth lifted, quirking. “You know an awful lot about my brain.”
“I know men are prone to impulse, particularly the sexual impulse, but that doesn’t mean true attraction, or compatibility. And that, Sheikh Fehr, is what we’re interested in. Compatibility, synergy, marriage.”
He nodded when she finished, but he wasn’t actually listening anymore. She’d lost him about the time she mentioned sexual impulse because sex was on his mind, and to his way of thinking, she was a woman in desperate need of proper lovemaking. He couldn’t imagine the last time she’d been bedded, and yet that’s exactly what she needed. After a couple hours between the sheets, after a couple orgasms, she’d look entirely different. Her blue gaze would be softer. Her color would be high. And that mouth, that sweet, full mouth, would be swollen form kisses.
If he weren’t in such a bind, if he didn’t need a wife, he’d enjoy teaching Dr. Rou Tornell about the side of love she didn’t lecture on… and that was the physical. Love was more than textbook science. It was also skill, patience and desire.
“I’m here to find you a wife,” she added shortly. “That is it.”
“Right.” He cocked his head, considered her legs, her silken tumble of hair, the dark pink staining her cheeks and smiled wickedly.
“So we’re in perfect understanding? We will keep our relationship professional. We won’t indulge in any more touches, kisses, flirtations. This is business, and there’s a science to the business—“
“I was wrong about you, you know. You’re very interesting. And very appealing, especially when you’re in a righteous mood.” He smiled. “A man likes a proper challenge. And you, my buttoned-down, uptight, prudish Dr. Tornell, are a proper challenge.” With a last smile in her direction, he left.
Rou tumbled into the living room and down onto the white couch the moment Zayed disappeared and reached for a ruby pillow to squeeze against her chest. Buttoned-down. Uptight. Prudish?
How dare he? How crass. How arrogant. How perfectly Zayed Fehr!
There was no way she could find a good wife for him. No decent woman would ever take him. He was horrible. Arrogant. Sexual.
Sexual. And then she bit her lip and closed her eyes and cried to block out the way he’d kissed her and the way her body had responded and the way she imagined making love would be.
It’d be good.
Maybe even great.
Oh, God. She had to get out of here.
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