3 Zara

3

Zara

“I want to have sex with you,” I whispered in his ear, his expensive musky cologne wafting in my nose when I leaned back to see his expression.

My breath got caught in my throat when I looked at him. There was handsome and then there was… him. Hayden.

Being a Princess, I had met several handsome princes, sheikhs and rulers, but their beauty came from expensive procedures, surgeries and regular care. Not like Hayden, whose rugged features made my thighs clench. His broad nose slightly crooked as if someone had dared to punch him. His stubble peppered over his sharp jaw, his cheekbones high, his wavy sandy-brown hair styled perfectly, matching perfectly with how sophisticated he looked.

His blue-grey eyes widened, only for a fraction of a second, before they pinned me to the spot. My heartbeat slowed and increased. I felt hot all over my body. His gaze was hot. The heat radiating from his powerful body made me squirm on the chair, a shiver rolling down from my body to the spot