Page 88 of Bred By the Sheikh

She shifted closer.

“Because it’s so specific.”

“I know what I want,” I said.

“That’s the scary part.”

“I won’t make you answer before you know what you want.”

Her expression softened.

“You really mean that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Even if I get on the plane?”

I kept my voice level.

“Yes.”

Chrissy searched my face.

“I don’t want to think about that tonight.”

“Then don’t.”

She settled against me.

I kissed the top of her head.

After a while, she reached toward the nightstand.

“I need my notes.”

I looked at her.

“You’re naked.”

“I can be naked and professionally responsible.”

“That sounds inconvenient.”

“It’s called range.”

I laughed.

She wrapped the sheet around herself and reached for the notebook she’d carried into the room earlier.

Of course she’d brought work notes into a bedroom where she intended to seduce me.

Chrissy sat against the headboard and flipped to the page from lunch.

I watched her write for several minutes.

She eventually glanced at me.

“What?”