Movie Star Prince - Completed.

Chapter Seventeen

The drink in his hand stilled in midair that trembled at the sight of her, sending a thrill through her, coursing through her entire body. His glass went down on the table, standing as his heated gaze slowly raked over her, all the way down to the high heels the calves exposed from the higher front then rested back on her face, which burned under his darkened gaze and held hers.

"For me?" he asked huskily.

"All for you."

"I am speechless. You look like..." slowly his lips curled, eyes glowing with approval, "like a dream come true."

Heather pushed away from the door. "How so? You have met some of the most stunning women in the world, Ziyad. I don't even compare to them. How can you say that?"

"Your beauty is beyond any of them. It comes from within even if you are a beauty, striking, not just beautiful." Walking towards her, he stopped in front of her, reaching out, touching her cheek, and tailed along towards her mouth, brushing his thumb across. "The most beautiful of all."

"I am," she barely breathed, blinked, then sobered. Dinner. If this kept going, she would burn it. "I need to see to our ..." she pointed towards the kitchen area.

"In a minute," he lowered his dark head, replacing his thumb with his lips in a slow seductive kiss that left her clinging to him just to stand up, lost in the moment. Slowly he eased back, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth, nearly dropping her to her knees, heat pooling between her legs. This was crazy, yet felt so right. 

Chris had stolen something from her that night, to explore her sexuality until now.

Reluctantly, he released her, yet saw understanding in his eyes. Relieved, she reached up and touched his face with a trembling hand, still unsteady on her legs. The man was deadly for this girl, any girl. She needed to focus on what tonight was all about, not the man to die for before her. And he was here with her.

Most women would try to seduce him, get him into bed, she took a deep breath. Heather had other ideas. Serve him with a special dinner without expectations. Surely he was sick of it, women throwing themselves at him. For what? Fame, sex, influence.

Tonight was all about her man. Ziyad, the one she was falling in love with. She had never felt like this before. Giddy, elated, and only wanted to please him.

Was that so bad?

In a daze, she headed towards the kitchenette, where everything was ready to go. Yet Saleem had followed her, not settled back on the sofa to be waited on. "Is there anything I can do? You have gone to so much trouble as it is. And we don't want to spoil that dress, do we?" He disappeared into his bedroom, coming back with one of his shirts that he helped her into, did up the buttons, far too big, and covered the front of her dress perfectly.

Stunned, she looked down, then burst out laughing, placing hands on her hips. "I thought this would be an after-dinner thing, wearing your clothes." A dark brow arched, and colour flooded her cheeks. The things she said around this man, she never would anyone else. "I... I..." she stammered.

"I know exactly what's behind all this," taking her face in his hands. And kissed her.

She blinked at him. "You do?"

"Heather-girl, your innocence blows me away. Who else would cook dinner when we can dine at five-star restaurants every night if you desired? I would have showered you in that without a thought, something I am used to, even having my every need seen to, by ones that are paid to do so. Yet it is not what you expect. You did this out of the goodness of your heart. For me, not expecting anything back. You have no idea what that means to me. Apart from family, yet even they can have their own agenda. You never."