Sheikh's Revenge

He was serious about the nectar thing.

Her cheeks flushed at that thought. She’d dated in college and even a bit in high school and had a few lovers. Until now, she’d never had a man who wanted to reciprocate pleasure. Most of the guys she dated loved oral sex…if it were for them. The one or two she’d been able to coax into going down on her always treated it like an odious chore. The sheikh clearly was reveling in it, and that made her pleasure even that much more exquisite.

It had been a very long time, if ever, since she’d felt like she could truly be pleasing to a man. After all, she always felt just a bit too curvy. She always agreed that her hair was too unruly and curly and her skin was too pale.

As the sheikh finally finished and shifted on the roof to lay beside her, his hands stroking her hair again, Addison actually believed for a bit that she was beautiful.

“Well, kitten, I know that can’t solve any of your problems, but do you feel a bit more relaxed for the night?”

She giggled and stroked his chin. Part of her definitely wished now that she hadn’t made the stupid rules, that she’d been daring enough to have them do all of this without the masks. To think he was the best lover she’d ever had and she’d never know his name or the image of his face unmasked was bizarre and a little maudlin.

“If I were any more relaxed, my sheikh, then I’d be a puddle on the roof that you’d have to mop up.”

“Good,” he said, kissing her throat and trailing his tongue over the pulse point there. “Because I’d hate to think I’d failed you.”

“Never,” she said, even as her head started to ache from all she’d drunk. “You’d don’t have to worry about that.”

Chapter Four

She really wanted the license plate number of the bus that had run her over.

Grumbling, Addison sat up in her bed and rubbed at her throbbing temples. Yesterday was coming back to her slowly. She must have gotten home somehow, though she wasn’t sure how she’d still been standing at the end of the night. Maybe her brother had helped bring her back. She just couldn’t remember everything that had happened. She only remembered feeling upset and out of place, then going up to the roof of the building to be alone and admire the view. The rest was there, somewhat, but right now she needed to get some Advil and a lot of water into her.

Jesus, it felt like an entire flamenco dance number was happening inside her skull.

Groaning as the pain consumed her, Addison struggled out of the bed and wanted to scream when she realized she was still in her dress from last night. Yup, she’d definitely been out of it. Slipping as best she could out of her dress, she let it fall to the floor and promised herself that she’d sweep it up later and steam-clean it. It was one of her favorite creations, and tired as she had been, Addison should have known better than to sleep in it.

“Huh?” she said to herself, looking down at her naked body.

She definitely remembered putting on underwear last night. She’d never gone anywhere commando before. Had she lost them?

What the hell?

Maybe she’d been more drunk on the Pabst than she’d thought before she set out and been way too daring. Either way, it was definitely unexpected. Her throbbing head, however, demanded the most attention. Rushing into the bathroom, she dry swallowed some aspirin and then hopped in the shower, letting the hot spray dig into her shoulders, relieving knots in her back that had settled in there from her contrived position on her

bed last night.

Once she was done, Addison shoved on some flannel pajama pants and an old tee advertising her college. Already, she could smell the scent of pancakes and bacon wafting in from the kitchen, making her think she needed to get Will a present. Her brother might have wandered off a bit last night, but he really was trying to help her feel better. Giving her something greasy to help combat her headache was definitely a plus.

Scurrying out of her room, she went straight for the fridge and pulled out the Brita pitcher. She poured a huge glass of cool water and took several, long gulps. “You have no idea how badly my head hurts.”

“I did Jager shots with my friends, so I bet mine hurts almost as bad,” Will said, winking back at her.

“So the breakfast isn’t all altruism?” she pouted as she sat at the kitchen table. “I’m really hurt by that!”

He shrugged and shoved the pancake plate onto the table. “Well a guy’s gotta eat too, sis. Now, can you tell me more about your night? You came down from some random corner of the roof with the dopiest grin I ever saw on anyone’s face. I asked what was up and you started rambling and drunk-talking about a sheikh, and then you passed out in my arms. It was a big production just getting the cab and getting you home.”

She blushed at that. “Sorry I got so sloppy. I never do that, but then I’ve never been fired before. I guess yesterday was a huge day of firsts for me.”

“No prob. But, seriously, I know it was a big costume party but I never saw a sheikh. Are you sure you weren’t so drunk that you were seeing sheikhs and pink elephants too?”

Addison dug into one of the pancakes and was about to dismiss it all when big parts of last night came flooding back into her mind—the rooftop meeting with the man in the Middle Eastern robes, that mane with eyes like liquid gold, the amazing sex, and even their secret pet names for each other. Oh God, she’d been a very naughty kitty last night.

Not that she was about to tell her brother that.

Ever.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” she said, her voice a bit tight.