Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Eleven

Contented, cup in her hand, Callie sipped from the cappuccino as she watched on as the others danced. The table was mostly empty. Riyad had gone off somewhere. She just took in the room, with chandeliers and low lighting giving off a moody feeling, almost romantic if she had been a real date, it would've been heaven.

Riyad had kept an eye on her all night, making sure all her needs were seen to. Her fingers lightly brushed over the necklace, warming all over. He had spoilt her rotten what with the dress and jewellery.

"Shall we?" Placing down the cup, she looked up at the man at her side.

"Sorry?"

Riyad offered his hand that was taken and helped to her feet, and before she knew it she was swept off her feet into his arms, onto the dance floor, dress swirling around his legs as he waltzed her around the provided dance floor.

Callie just let him take the led and followed. He was so light on his feet and knew exactly what he was doing. This was her first dance in public. What a partner, unable to take her eyes off him.

She was floating on air. It seemed surreal. A dream within a dream, yet he was real. Callie wanted to reach out and touch him, in the real sense, even if he was holding her hand, against his chest. His other arm firmly around her waist, controlling her steps.

Good thing, she hadn't danced like this before.

From the transformation, makeover, and dress to this. Her fingers clutched at his broad shoulder to stop herself from touching him for real, more intimate, like caressing his strong structured jaw and full inviting shapely lips enhanced by his dark stubble. The pure white linen headdress only added a mystic, sensual of his culture, captured by his deep soulful eyes as she was swirled around, music soaring through her.

Then too soon it was over and Riyad swept her back to the table, the dinner been wrapped up, after saying their goodbyes, they departed the hotel, where they were greeted by more media, photos snapped before she could do anything, like hide her face away.

Riyad guided her into the car first, where she gathered up the dress and slid along, finally she was joined by Riyad, who removed his headdress, raking a hand through his hair, as they were driven back to the penthouse.

Callie relived the night, especially the dance, humming to herself. Eventually, she glided back into the grand entrance of the penthouse, feeling like a real princess. A night to be remembered.

She swirled around, dress flaring out then hugged Riyad. "Thank you. Best. Night. Ever." She beamed up at him. "You," she tapped him on the chest, on such a high from the night. "Left everyone else for dead. I danced with the most handsome man there." Spinning around she rushed back towards her bedroom, cheeks flushed. Once again. Not sure that was suitable behaviour by his still frame and bewildered expression.

Back in her room, she leaned back against the closed door. Resting her hand upon the necklace around her neck, she sighed. Only to straightened as the sound of a knock on the door. She pushed around, spinning around and the door was opened.

"The necklace? I am so sorry," she reached up to undo but it wasn't that easy, so turned around so he could remove the necklace, followed by the zip of the dress, his fingers skimming her back nearly bringing to her knees, holding onto the front. How was a girl supposed to fight that?

"You shined tonight, Callie," his warm breath touched her cheek shimmering down through her body, turning her bones into water, feeling his body close to hers so aware then he was moving away. Coldness flashed between them. "We have an early start tomorrow." Holding the front of the dress, she turned around and gave a wobbly smile.