Chapter Forty-Four

In her attempts to analyse his face, she’d momentarily forgotten he was still watching her. Ziza blushed when she saw his eyes ever slowly moved up her bare legs. All the way up, until his eyes lingered on breasts, where no doubt the fabric was see-through. To make matters worse, her treacherous body responded to his full attention. When her nipples puckered beneath the white lace material clinging to her skin, she blamed the cool night air. It was all she could do to stand still.

Strangely, the way the tension between them thickened in record time—and with no verbal communication—gave Ziza this sense of inexplicable feminine power she’d never felt before. Knowing that a man like Rafiq—confident and always so sure of what he wants—wasn’t immune to her, boosted her self-esteem to new heights.