The Sheikh's Undoing by Sharon Kendrick Page A

boneless as she felt one powerful thigh levering its way between hers, so that she gave an instinctive little wriggle of her hips against it.
    Until common sense sounded a warning bell in her head.
    Quickly she broke the contact and stepped away from him, her cheeks flushing. She cooled them with the tips of her trembling fingers. ‘D-don’t.’
    ‘Don’t?’ he echoed incredulously. ‘Why not?’
    His arrogant disbelief only made her more determined. ‘Isn’t it obvious?’
    ‘Not to me.’
    ‘Because … because I don’t want to. How’s that for clarification?’
    Tariq’s gaze ran over her darkened eyes and the telltale thrust of the taut nipples which were tightening against her dress. His lips curved into a mocking line as he transferred his gaze to her face. ‘Really?’ he questioned softly. ‘I think the lady needs to get honest with herself.’
    Stung by the slur, but also aware of the contradictions in her behaviour, Isobel shook her head. ‘Oh, Tariq—please don’t look at me like that. I’m not saying that I’m not attracted to you—’
    ‘Well, thank heavens for that.’ He gave a short laugh. ‘For a moment I thought my technique might be slipping.’
    ‘I don’t think there’s any danger of that,’ she said drily. ‘But I’ve been thinking about last night—’
    ‘Me, too. In fact I have thought of little else.’ His voice softened, but the blaze in his black eyes was searing.‘You’re now regretting the loss of your innocence? Perhaps blaming me for what happened?’
    She shook her head. ‘No, of course I’m not blaming you. I’m not blaming anyone,’ she said carefully. ‘It’s just I feel I’m worth more than a quick fumble in the office—’
    ‘A
fumble?
’ he interrupted furiously. ‘This is how you dare to describe what happened between us?’
    ‘How would
you
describe it, then?’
    ‘With a little more poetry and imagination than that!’
    ‘Okay. That … that amazing sex we had, pressed up against the wall of your office.’ She sucked in a deep breath—because if she didn’t tell him what was bugging her then how would he know? ‘And you then treating me like a total stranger in the car before waltzing off to your fancy party at the embassy.’
    Tariq narrowed his eyes with sudden comprehension. So
that
was what this was about. She wanted what all women wanted. Recognition. A place on his arm to illustrate their closeness—to show the world their togetherness. But wasn’t she being a little
presumptuous
, in the circumstances?
    ‘I didn’t touch you because I knew what would happen if I did—and I had no intention of walking into the party with the smell of your sex still on my skin. No.’ He shook his head as he saw her open her mouth to speak. ‘Let me finish, Izzy. It would have been inappropriate for me to take you to the party,’ he added coolly. ‘For a start, you weren’t exactly dressed for it.’
    ‘You mean I would have let you down?’
    ‘I think you would have felt awkward if you’d gone to a party in your rumpled work clothes, post-sex. Especially to a diplomatic function like that.’
    ‘I’m surprised you know the meaning of the word
diplomatic
,’ she raged, ‘when you can come out with a statement as insulting as that!’
    ‘I was trying to be honest with you, Izzy,’ he said softly. ‘Isn’t that what this is all about?’
    His question took the wind right out of her sails. She supposed it was. She had no right to be angry with him just because he wasn’t telling her what she wanted to hear. If he’d come out with some flowery, untrue reason why he hadn’t taken her to the embassy, wouldn’t she have called him a hypocrite?
    ‘Maybe last night should never have happened,’ she said in a small voice.
    Ignoring the sudden hardening of his body, Tariq thought about the mercurial nature of her behaviour. Last night she had been
wild
and today she was like ice. Was she testing him to see how far she could push