His Secret Heir - Excerpt
Al-Sintra Family
Azlyn slid her hands over her hips, staring at her figure in the mirror. Was the dress too much? It was just a simple sheath dress. Black. She’d donned black heels as well. But was it too formal? Normally on a first date, she would wear jeans and a flirty top, maybe with a pair of high heeled boots. But this was dinner with a prince. A real prince who had power and money and…and she didn’t give a damn about any of that. In fact, she would have preferred that he didn’t have money or power. If he was just an average guy, then Azlyn would have been able to call him, to text him and tease him about whatever popped into her mind.
Was Zayn a texting kind of guy? Was he the kind that would enjoy light banter over text? Or was he too busy with important, life or death meetings?
Her phone pinged and she looked at the screen. For a brief moment, she hoped that the pinging might indicate a text message from Zayn. However, she hadn’t given him her phone number.
Of course, the man had a full security team. She was pretty sure that he could get her number from them without any effort. Hell, if his bodyguards were even half as good as she was, they already had her cell phone number. As well as her home address and shoe size.
With a snort, she lifted her phone and slid her finger across the screen to stop the alarm she’d set. Azlyn knew one of her weaknesses was time management, so she set alarms for just about everything. Just as she turned to face her closet, determined to change into something more casual, the doorbell rang.
“This is it,” she muttered, then walked towards the door. It was only slightly awkward in her heels since she usually wore flats or even trendy sneakers. But she was required to attend various networking events and social galas for her job. She and Olivia were known as a team. In fact, some people whispered that the two were a romantic couple. It always amused both of them when they heard that bit of gossip.
She paused in front of the door, closed her eyes and tried to rally her self-control. “Just a date,” she whispered.
A moment later, she pulled the door open. And her jaw fell open!
Zayn stood in the doorway in a dark suit but without a tie. The open collar of his snowy, white shirt and the expensive cut of his tailored jacket made him seem…awesome!
She couldn’t move, could barely breathe. Zayn was…magnificent. Every part of him was just delicious.
Someone must have moved, but Azlyn wasn’t sure that it was her. In the back of her mind, she heard him mutter something, but his words were in Arabic and they sounded like curses. But before she could translate, she was in his arms and the door was slamming closed on the bodyguards. Then she was in his arms and he was kissing her again. It had been about twenty-nine hours since their last kiss, but as soon as his lips touched hers, it was like no time had passed.
She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, pulling herself closer to him. Azlyn was ravenous and her need spurred his. She had to touch him, to feel him. Every part of him fascinated her. And his kisses! Dear heaven, the way he moved his mouth, biting and nipping then kissing her deeply, his tongue mating with hers. He didn’t stick his tongue down her throat, choking her like so many men did. Nope, his tongue teased and enticed, danced with hers while his lips moved, only for his teeth to bite her lower lip while his hands moved down over her body.
“What about dinner?” she whispered, her fingers moving to the buttons on his dress shirt as she nearly ripped the material in her need to discover his skin underneath.
“Later!” he hissed and she heard the zipper on her dress slide down.
