Micah watched the beautiful princess’ cheeks turn a becoming shade of pink. He’d never known a woman who blushed, he realized.
“The list is…personal,” she finished and he almost laughed at her obvious embarrassment.
“Is it a list of your preferences?” he offered, then waited eagerly, needing to know her answer. Micah didn’t fully understand exactly why her answer felt so important. If it was a list of her preferences or a list of things she’d like to try…either way, he desperately wanted to know.
“Give it to me,” she snapped, reaching behind him to try to snatch the notebook from him. He shifted his shoulders ever so slightly, neatly blocking her attempt. When she tried from the other side, he moved again, foiling her plans. He swallowed a chuckle at her growl of frustration.
“Tell me,” he urged. “Preferences? Or wish list?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, which pushed her breasts a bit higher. It didn’t matter. The stiff black suit didn’t give him a clue as to the size of her breasts. As a breast man, the answer should be more important. But he was too focused on finding out what the damn list was about.
“That list is none of your business, Your Highness. Now, please return my property!”
“No.”
She blinked and he was stunned by her lovely eyes. Long, dark lashes fluttered in confusion as she frowned up at him. Her eyes were brown. Not the chocolate brown that others had used to describe his eyes. No, Sada’s eyes were a soft, caramel color. Very interesting, he thought.
“No? Just…no? You’re not going to give me back my notebook?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps we could discuss the list in more detail over dinner?” he suggested, offering his arm. “It’s getting late. We should go upstairs to change into our dinner attire, don’t you think?”
He almost laughed out loud at her frustrated expression. The woman was such a delight to tease!
Very delicately, she rested her fingertips on his elbow, careful not to put touch him anywhere else. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’d planned on doing until I noticed you stole my notebook.”
He tsked as they walked side by side towards the bank of private elevators. Only some of the conference guests used these elevators. The entire hotel was taken over by the attendees so the hotel wasn’t full. But reserving all of the suites and hotel rooms for the attendees, as well as their staff members and security personnel, had necessitated more of the space.
Unfortunately, further conversation wasn’t possible since their bodyguards surrounded them as soon as they stepped out of the cocktail area. At the bank of elevators, he pressed the button. “What floor are you on?” he asked.
He could see the answer in her eyes. It wasn’t a number. He suspected that her response was more along the lines of “Go to hell.”
