"Come back here, you bitch!"
Ember couldn't help wincing when she heard Scream Queen release another ear-splitting cry.
"Doesn't she remind you of a banshee?" the sheikh muttered in disgust.
Considering how the other woman was still able to make her ears ring even from afar, her royal bosshole certainly had a point, but...
Ember waited until they were in the privacy of his suite before shaking her head at the sheikh. "Didn't we just talk about the need for keeping a low profile?"
"She insulted you," Ilyas said with a curl of his lip.
Ember was stunned. That sounded rather...sweet?
"I'm the only one allowed to insult you."
I knew it. Ilyas was Ilyas, and she should've remembered that her royal bosshole was the kind of man who would rather eat his own shit than say something nice.
"Anyway..." The sheikh's tone turned brisk. "Forget about her. I had a call from the embassy, and they told me the dates for the program have been moved up by a month."
"That's fine," she reassured him.
"Didn't you tell me we still had one vacant slot left?" The sheikh headed into his bedroom while speaking and Ember fought to stay calm as she followed behind him.
Since her royal bosshole was a multitasking fanatic, this was not the first time Ilyas would talk to her about work while he was changing or taking a shower.
If I can handle this before, I can handle it again. Right?
"Ember?"
The demon prince's impatient voice snapped her out her reverie, and Ember cleared her throat. "Sorry, I—-"
"Do I have anything to worry about with the program?"
Ember quickly shook her head. "Nothing at all. I was able to find someone exceptionally suitable to take over the last slot—-" Ember caught sight of the sheikh pulling his shirt over his head and immediately turned around.
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
"Um..." Ember tried not to be distracted by the sound of the sheikh removing his clothes. "The email, um, came in just this morning." Oh God. She sounded so ridiculously breathless even to her ears. "I didn't have a chance to tell you since I was already with Prue. I'm sorry..." Ember's voice trailed off just as she heard the glass door to the shower open and close.
(No turn around, no turn around, no turn around!)
"Fuck." The sheikh's expletive coincided with the blast of water from the showerhead, and the sound had Ember jumping in a way that she ended up accidentally turning back to face him.
Oh.
She had no idea what had caused the sheikh to swear, but with Ember now accidentally facing in the direction of the shower, it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the view, would it?
And the view was very, very dirty.
Ember felt her throat turn dry at the way the frosted glass panes allowed her to see the outline of the sheikh's lethally perfect body from the side. There wasn't even the slightest bulge of fat in his belly, and oh...my...God.
"Ember?"
Was that his cock?
"—-are you still listening?"
Ember's face turned red when she realized how her brain had ceased to function in the past five seconds. "Sorry," she managed to croak out. "It's just so large—-" Shit! "I mean, I was largely distracted by, um..."
"Distracted by what?"
"I, um..."
Oh my God.
Ember's brain shut down for the second time when she realized that what she saw earlier was indeed the sheikh's cock.
She was absolutely certain of that now...since the sheikh's outline against the frosted glass showed her royal bosshole holding said cock between his fingers, and oh my God, was he pleasuring himself while talking to her?
"Never mind."
Was it just her imagination or did the sheikh's voice sound thicker than usual?
"What time did you leave this morning?"
She strained her ears in hopes of catching the telltale sound of the sheikh jerking himself off, but it was impossible to hear anything over the steamy blast of water coming from the showerhead.
"Ember?"
She tried to remember what the sheikh had asked her earlier, but all she could think of right now was how his hand was moving so much faster, and the sight made her want to start touching herself.
"Ember, dammit."
Ember's fingers curled into fists. I can't touch myself. I can't. I can't.
"Say something."
Ember saw the sheikh throw his head back and his body arch as he spoke, and wetness gushed out of her pussy at the sight.
"I want to hear your fucking voice."
Oh God. The hoarsely spoken demand had Ember squeezing her legs together in a futile attempt to stem the tide. But it was no use. Her panties were completely drenched, and her voice ended up quivering just like her pussy as she asked, "W-Why?"
Another moment passed, and then the sheikh suddenly growled—-
"FUCK!"
His hand slammed against the tiled wall in front of him, and just as the loud, heavy thud had Ember gasping in surprise, the combined noise lasted long enough to drown the sound of Ilyas' fingers furiously stroking his cock as he started to cum.