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So why had he still offered marriage to someone like her?

When Harper joined the sheikh for dinner, she had worked hard to mentally prepare herself, determined to play it cool. But then she saw him dressed all glamorously in a tux –

Her knees quaked.

And it had been all downhill from there.

Harper hadn’t been able to look him in the eye after that, much less answer his questions coherently. The food the crew served them looked exquisite, but Harper hadn’t been able to enjoy it either. She was so darn nervous she was worried if she tried taking in more than a few bites, she’d end up puking it all out.

“You aren’t eating much,” the sheikh suddenly said. “Is the food not to your liking?”

“Everything tastes delicious.” Or at least she believed it was.

The sheikh suddenly came to his feet, and she jerked in her seat. “Is something wrong?” she blurted out.

“It’s not good for you to lose your appetite while airborne.” The sheikh started walking towards her as he spoke, causing her to tense. “We still have about twelve hours of travel ahead of us.” And the closer he got, the tenser she became, that by the time he reached her Harper was stiff as a board, eyes glued to the carpeted floor. She had a feeling if she looked at him...

“Youmusteat.” The words were delivered in a gently commanding tone.

“I know,” Harper growled. “But I can’t.” It was the shameful truth, but she would rather bite her tongue off than let him know that.

Khalil sighed. “Ah,qalifa.”

Her teeth gnashed even as she kept her gaze downcast.Yeah, yeah, so she was being a little girl about this. Was he happy now?

“Fortunately for you, I have a solution for this.”

Her eyes widened.He did?

The sheikh bent down, strong hands clasping her waist—-

Oh!

“What the—-”

Everything happened so fast, and the next thing she knew the sheikh had taken her chair and he had her seated...on his lap.

Oh. My. God.

Harper immediately tried to lunge off the sheikh’s lap, but his hands merely tightened, and she was as good as trapped. She twisted around immediately to face him, glaring at the sheikh. “Let me go.”

“I will,” he promised. “As soon as I finish feeding you.” His eyes gleamed at the end of his words, more so when Harper let out a gasp.

Feed her? Did he really think she would let him—-

“Say ‘ah.’”

Her lips automatically parted, and in went the first bite of beautifully grilled lamb.

Shit.

It tasted good, but there was a lot of it, leaving her no choice but to chew as fast as she could so she could give the sheikh a piece of her mind. As soon as her mouth was empty, she started to speak—-

“Taste this one, too.”

And her mouth was full again, this time with the creamy corn that had been served on the side.

And so it went on, with the sheikh continuously filling her mouth with both food and water and preventing her from speaking. There wasn’t even time for her to focus on how erotic things were, with him feeding her while she was on his lap. He kept her too busy chewing and drinking, and before she knew it, her dinner plate was clean, and he was asking her if he should now call for an aide to bring them coffee and dessert.