18 Khalid

18

Khalid

(Khalid first person. Valeria third person)

“Did you enjoy the food?” I asked, helping her wash her hands in the sink.

The dress I had sent to her room felt like a second skin over her, dipping over her curves and making her look stunning in the ruby color. I had managed not to stare too long at her cleavage throughout the dinner and haul her over my lap, but slowly my patience was diminishing.

“I loved it. Especially the spicy curry and the sweet dessert,” she beamed, her cheeks, nose and ears turning red because she had spicy food.

I patted her palms dry with a hand towel. “I am glad you did. Would you like to come to the palace next week?”

“The palace?”

“My home. Nasrin, my sister-in-law is having a baby shower and we are holding a modest party—well, not modest actually. We are holding a celebration and my brother invited you to come along with me. If you want.”

Why am I nervous?

Maybe because she will get to meet my family?

Zara had called earlier, interrupting us, to