“Mr. Windsor,” Calista called, walking cautiously into the bedroom, her eyes downcast.

Ranya raised his head from his laptop, his brow furrowed as he watched her fidget with the hem of her extremely short gown that barely reached above her knees.

“What?” he asked, silently gulping his drink. Calista was a marvel, and for many reasons, he couldn’t control the urge to have her.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to eat now,” she said, feeling extremely shy as she watched his intensely handsome face stare back at her, an intensity that felt like it could consume her. She fought the urge to press her knees together as sensational feelings...