The Sheikh's Destiny. Оливия Гейтс

I’ll find something more than water and dates in there.”

      “I can still call someone to follow you home now rather than later.”

      “No, thanks.” Arriving at the kitchen, she looked around. “You weren’t exaggerating, were you? No fridge? So how do you eat? Out? Or do you exist on takeaway? Or have a cook come in regularly?”

      “No cook. I get fresh ingredients delivered daily, use them up, rinse and repeat.”

      That actually sounded like a very healthy way to live. He was the picture of vigor and virility, so he was doing it right. Very.

      She leaned across the island, luxuriated in watching him coming closer. “So where’s today’s consignment?”

      He stopped before her. “I intended to have dinner out.”

      “Until me.”

      “Until you.”

      The way he said those words… Was there tenderness in his tone, or was it her imagination again?

      She cleared her tight throat. “So how am I supposed to feed you? You don’t even have dates, do you?”

      “I have all kinds of dried fruits.” He pointed toward the cupboards behind her.

      “I can use those. For dessert. For the main course, I bet you can get anything delivered at any time.”

      He brooded at her for what felt like an hour.

      Her gaze began to waver. He was going to outstare her and…

      He suddenly looked heavenward, as if asking the fates just what they’d thrown in his path tonight. Then he inhaled sharply, exhaled as forcefully.

      Wow. She’d done it. She’d dragged a full-blown reaction out of him. A human one, to boot.

      Her internal celebration hiccupped as he recaptured her in the crosshairs of his focus. “Fine. I’ll have whatever ingredients you require delivered. What do you want to feed me?”

      She barely managed not to jump and pump a fist into the air.

      Another minibattle won!

      Her smile was so wide she doubted her lips would revert to their former size. “What do you want to eat?”

      In response, he produced his cell phone, called someone named Ahmad then handed her the phone.

      As he walked away he said over his shoulder, “Surprise me. You’re superlative at it, after all.”