Taming of the beast - Completed.

Chapter Fifteen

Riyad hadn't returned by the time she had finished, so headed back into the bedroom. The bed already made that she glanced at it briefly as she flew past into the wardrobe. Yesterday, she had barely looked at the clothes that had been given to her.

This time she took the time, taken them out one at a time, holding against her frame, and swirled around. She had never seen such stunning designed dresses, most free-flowing,  with exquisitely detailed hand stitching, some more formal than others. She would ask Riyad for his help to choose the right dress for the right occasion.

She had no idea about such things; however, she did know what she liked. Colour, she was about colour. The gold's, reds, burnt orange, blues, and greens. That dress of teal she had worn in London she had fallen in love with at first sight, even if a bit daring for her tastes.

These dresses were more modest, with long sleeves and higher necklines though did look like they would enhance her curves. Stripping down to lacy underwear, she wanted to make sure they weren't too curvy. Any excuse trying on the dresses. She had her own personal dress shop, she laughed to herself, removing one dress to hold out.

Had a real Arabic feel about it. The texture so soft to the touch, so divine, holding it up against her as she swirled around, holding the side out to stop dead and gathered the dress closer to her near-naked form as she stared at Riyad in disbelief, who was watching her, his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh, you're back."

"And you are what?" he asked pushing away from the door frame, entering further into the walk-in wardrobe.

"Um, just thought I would see if the clothes fit," she offered nervously bringing forth a frown.

"Believe me they are made to measure. However, today I think this would be more suitable," he closed the distance, reaching in and removed a creamy ivory tunic top and matching harem pants without the delicate pattern work in the top. "For where we are heading today."

He held it out towards her as he removed another item. Holding onto the dress in place by one arm, Callie reached for the other outfit, only to have the front of the dress fall forward exposing her lace-covered breasts. Thrusting the other clothes in front of her as Riyad turned around with a matching headscarf.

She licked suddenly dry lips, eyes focused on the scarf that he draped around her neck. "Let me put this away for you." Riyad reached for the dress that kept her cover. Mortified she stepped back.

"I'm fine," she squealed, eyes widened as his golden gaze rested on her face.

"No, you are not," he corrected. "I'm sorry for putting you in this position, Callie. If you want separate bedrooms I would organise it for you.'

"No!" That would be worse. "Please don't." Her body sagged from her tense state. "I'm alright. I'm just not used to sharing."

He reached out touching her cheek, warming her all over, wishing he wouldn't. It was torture. All those crazy mixed-up feelings and not sure how to deal with them. "I'll just go and change," she pointed behind her towards the bathroom as she stepped backward. Inclining his head, he headed out letting her go into the bathroom, where she released a breath and leaned against the closed door.

Callie hated feeling like this, especially towards Riyad. Last night had really rattled her, something she had to deal with. She had agreed to do this. Pushing away, Callie headed towards the shower, placing the clothes across the bath.

Once showered, she changed into the tunic that fitted perfectly, and the pants much looser. She stared at herself in the mirror, feeling like she was in another time and place, running her hands over, wondering where they were heading. Suddenly excited by the unknown, pressing her hands against her flat belly.