"Are you alright?"
Ilyas carefully avoided catching another glimpse of her nipples as he looked at his secretary. "You and the kitchen—-"
Ember's brows shot up. "What about me and the kitchen?"
"I mean, the kitten, dammit. You and the kitten need to leave."
Ember was incredulous. "Why?"
"Just do as I say, dammit."
"But can't you see it's so tired?"
"Will you just fucking obey me—-Ember, dammit!"
She was off again doing God knew what, and Ilyas' head started to pound as he sought for control.
"Sorry," he heard Ember say as she returned to the kitchen. "I just remembered kittens need a lot of heat, so...ta-da!"
She beamed up at him as she showed Ilyas the bedside lamp from her room, and in yet another display of resourcefulness, Ember had also used a towel and a gift basket to create a cozy little nook for her four-legged charge.
Very, very impressive, Ilyas thought, but when his secretary turned to face him again, all he could see was how her nipples were still fully erect.
And the sight of it still made him hungry as fuck.
Chapter One
Ember knew she was playing with fire the moment she caught the scent of liquor clinging to the demon prince's skin.
It was bad enough that the sheikh in a tux was just so breathtakingly handsome it had her secretly weak in the knees, but for her royal bosshole to also come here while he was intoxicated and thus without his usual rigid self-control...
Don't take advantage, Ember Hallman!
She must remember she was a woman of uprightness, not lewdness.
It was all about thrust
Oh, um, she meant trust.
It was all about not betraying the sheikh's trust even in his moment of weakness, and while she truly didn't want to do that—-
Ilyas was making it so, so hard, with the way she had caught him staring at her like he had finally realized his secretary was a flesh-and-blood, honest-to-goodness woman.
Be gone, inner slut! Stop trying to make me sin!
Ember did her best to focus on taking care of her furry little patient, but since her brain was used to multitasking, it hadn't any problems taunting her with evil thoughts even while she was hard at work arranging the kitten's makeshift bed.
Saif himself had told her that Ilyas had only been drunk once, and the result had not been pretty. Those were his exact words: not pretty. And the way she saw it, couldn't those words also be synonymous to, um, not clean, which could also mean...dirty?
Did that mean Ember had every reason to hope fear that an intoxicated demon prince might just do something dirty?
Or maybe he might just do...her?
The shameful thought had Ember turning red, and she could only be thankful that she still had her back to the sheikh as she plugged her bedside lamp on the kitchen counter.
Have some decency, woman!
The sheikh was drunk. It was wrong to wish that he'd do her, but...
What if he did?
Because it could happen, right?
What if the sheikh was the one who made the first move? Did that free her to...um...do "something" back?
The thought made her feel faint even though she also knew it was wicked and foolish of her to actually wish for something to happen between the sheikh and her.
She absolutely knew that, but...she just couldn't help it.
What if?
The sheikh only had to make the first move, and just imagining all the dirty things that could happen afterwards had her already-swollen breasts aching for her thoughts to become reality.
Stop turning yourself on, you idiot!
Ember took one last deep breath before turning around. All she meant to do was transfer the kitten into his bed basket, but just as she reached for the sleepy little ball of fur, it was then she noticed where the sheikh was staring, and her heart nearly stopped beating.
Oh...yes, I mean, oh no, no, no, no.
The demon prince had noticed that her nipples were fully erect.
And instead of looking away, which she believed he would've done if he wasn't drunk, Ilyas was staring at her nipples like they were making him—-
Oh my God.
Was this what he meant earlier, when he said he was hungry?
Ember could barely think straight as she moved the kitten into his basket and transferred the whole thing to the counter.
The demon prince is drunk, and he knows it.
Ember adjusted the lamp head until it was shining down at the exact angle and radiating sufficient heat for the kitten without blinding it.
That's why he's trying to get rid of me.
Ember swallowed hard.
And I should let him...right?
Ember turned back to face the demon prince, and the first thing she saw was the seriously huge bulge behind his pants.
Ilyas sucked his breath when he saw that his secretary's nipples were still proudly stiff under her night shirt. Damn her. How could she not be aware that the crested peaks of her tits were currently crying out for his attention?