Her Prince in Disguise - Introduction
Al-Sintra Family
“Okay, we’re alone now. Explain!” he demanded.
Andi glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re my boss, but you’re not in charge of me,” she hissed. “My personal mail isn’t your concern.” Her mind was so confused. One moment, she was fighting back the need to…do something with this man, something sexual. And the next moment, she was angry because he was delving into something Andi considered personal. She couldn’t seem to separate one issue from the other!
Andi watched with both anger and a warped sense of satisfaction when Laith paced back and forth, obviously trying to organize his thoughts. She had a small bit of glee when she realized that he was just as confused as she was.
However, before she could make sense of her rioting thoughts, Laith spun around, fisting his hands on his hips. “I am in charge of this company. So when someone uses my company to send threatening packages through the mail, then yes, that’s my concern.”
Andi wanted to hit him. He was right, but he was also wrong. Unfortunately, he pulled off his jacket in that moment and her mind, already too consumed with anger and confusion, wasn’t able to process anything more than the fact that his muscles were covered only in a thin layer of material. And they were much bigger, and much more enticing, than she’d anticipated.
Her mouth went dry at the sight of all of those muscles. He was…awesome! She could see the biceps rippling when he tossed his jacket over the sofa. Then his shoulder muscles moved when he turned to glare at her.
Then there was a long silence. Both of them stared at each other, breathing heavily.
“Andi!” he groaned.
A split second later, they were both moving towards each other. In that moment, Andi wasn’t sure what she’d planned. But before she could form a thought, they were kissing. Andi lifted up onto her tiptoes while he pulled her into his arms, lifting her off of her feet as their lips kissed, tongues tangled and she gasped at the amazing sensation of finally feeling his hard, muscular chest against her breasts. She could feel her nipples tingling, needing him to touch her. And then he was! His hand pressed against her left breast and she cried out, gripping his head as their mouths hovered a millimeter apart. He must have been just as shocked at the feeling of her breast in his hand as she was, but then his thumb flicked over her nipple and her knees almost gave out. Her only salvation was his strong arm wrapping around her back.
