Burning Hot, Falling for Him

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Thabita

She couldn’t believe her eyes after they’d landed. The palace was beautiful. He told her it was his fathers. But who was his father? And why was he living here and not his father? She wasn’t afraid for him any more, but she didn’t feel entirely comfortable with him either.

He told her that she was allowed to check out the palace. When she found a door locked, she had to request the key from one of the servants. He explained that there were items in the locked rooms that were valuable. And therefore, they were behind locked doors.

There was a small museum in the palace with a lot of information about Saharaya. She had visited the museum on all days she was already here. She loved how it was put up. Informational, yet attractive. The room next to the museum was an enormous library. Stuffed with books about Saharaya. Probably every book about the island country ever written, she thought.

Why, she didn’t know, but she loved the library and had the idea that she often visited another library in her past. Maybe for a study she wasn’t aware of yet. Or maybe because she loved to read in the past too.

Finding out Things She Likes

She found out that she loved reading now. All kinds of books. History, Auto Biographies, Mystery & Detectives. But for and foremost, she loved Love Stories. The Erotic kind. Although, she blushed a lot when reading the explicit description of love making. Sure, she had no experience with that.

Together with the museum, it was one of the places she loved the most in the palace. Although the lush garden and the kitchen were great too. The garden because it was a beautiful place with wonderful flowers and small trees. Place strategically where tables with seats around it. Under the trees in the shadow. Even a few small fountains and a pond with beautiful fish in it.

Am I Falling for Him?

I could get used to this, she thought. Reading, learning about Saharaya, talking to the women in the kitchen. Practicing the language with them. In the beginning they were very shy, even shyer than she was. But after a few days, she had the idea that they became friends.

He also told her she could visit his office, but needed to inform him beforehand. He was a busy man, leading an enormous company, and often had people in his office for a congress or a plain meeting.

Every day she ate a small, healthy, lunch together with Amenokal. She loved talking with him. Their conversations were sparkling. Although, she never felt the obligation to talk when there fell a silence. Their silences never felt strange nor awkward.

Sparkles When Touching Him

Now and then they touched each other accidentally. And then it sparkled. At least she felt the sparkles. Not sure if he did too. He always tried to avoid touching her, and therefore she thought he didn’t like the feeling. And that made her sad. She loved the sparkles she felt when they touched each other. She loved the warm feeling it gave in her stomach. Am I maybe falling for him?

What is happening, she thought, what is this feeling? She knew for sure she never experienced this before. Now and then she answered a question without hesitating, not knowing how she knew the answer, but being sure she was correct. Probably also because she felt a bit awkward when reading the erotic books from the library.

Books about handsome men swooping beautiful women from their feet. Seducing them with love, and romantic gestures. And with erotic play also. Even before they were even married in the book.

Not every evening, but most of the days they had dinner together. He was always very polite. Explained some of the food, The ones that were new to her. It was the middle of the week, and he asked her to wait for dinner for him. He wanted to talk about something with her.

Waiting in the dining room for him, she was sitting on the couch with a magazine. In the magazine, though, she placed one of the erotic books she was reading. But she didn’t want to know him that she was reading these kinds of books. Therefore, she hid it in the magazine.

The Photo, it’s Him

While she was reading the book, something fell on the ground. It seemed a photo. She picked up the photo from the floor and turned it over. And immediately she felt her cheeks turned hot. It was a photo of him with an open button down. OMG! She thought, he looked marvellous. His abs showing clearly. Fit and attractive. Full of “sex” she thought. And she wondered, in her head, what the rest of his clothes covered for her.

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“Uhm” she heard behind her. With a shock, she turned around and there he stood. Looking over her shoulder. Seeing her watch the photo. “Where did you find that photo?” he said sharply. She answered stutteringly. Feeling ashamed that he caught her watching the photo. Clearly interested in what she saw.

She clearly feels caught, he thought. What would she think of the photo? Does she find me attractive? Would she be interested to see me half naked in real life? He was annoyed and almost asked her.

Instead, he asked: “Do you like what you see?” Blushing, she excused herself and was leaving the room. Leaving the magazine that she was reading behind. Strange, he thought, how can it be this photo from about 1–2 years old is found in a new magazine?

What is she reading?

When he picked up the magazine, it was heavier than a normal magazine should be. Opening the monthly magazine, he saw the book inside. What book is she reading that she will not show to me? He turned the book and read the title “The Prince Without Princess”. When he read the short description on the back, it turned out to be an erotic book. Extremely erotic.

He felt his interest in her growing even more. He already had difficulties to keep his hands (and more) to himself. Furthermore, he wanted to touch her, learning to know her body. Learning how he could make her tremble. How he could give her the best orgasm she ever had. For now, he needed to think about it. How he should handle this.

Should he go to her, asking about the book? Why she was reading it? Or let it go?

Hiding from Him

Ashamed, she felt utterly ashamed. Being caught watching at his, almost, bare chest on the photo. She was shocked when the photo fell on the floor. After picking up, the only thing she could do was stare with desire at it. Becoming hot to the core. Like never before. And now she decided was going into hiding. Hiding for him.

Being hiding also mends that no more meals with him. No walks in the garden. No reading in the library any more. Crap, she thought. The book! Where is the book I hid in the magazine? Moreover, where is the magazine. And then she remembered, she left it in the dining room. When she fled. He probably found out what kind of books she was reading. This meant that I would now have to avoid him altogether.

Avoiding him, though, would be impossible. Within 2 days, she is going to her appointment with a neurosurgeon. And he would be there too as interpreter for her. When this was decided, it seemed a good solution. Now she wasn’t sure any more. But she could avoid him until then. But first, I have to collect the almost finished book came into her mind.

Collecting the Book from the Dining Room

After opening the door from her room, she looked around. No one was in sight. As quickly and quietly as possible, she hurried through the hallways to the dining room. She wanted to pick up the book. And, possibly the photo also. To have another look at his magnificent abs.

Almost there, she thought. Within a few minutes, I’ll be back in my room and won’t come out before the day after tomorrow. That was the day she had an appointment with the neurosurgeon where he would be her interpreter.

There was the door to the dining room. She glanced around nervously. No one in sight. Quietly, she opened the door. It was dark inside, a good sign. She slipped inside and immediately stood frozen. Although the room was dark, she saw him sitting in a chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

His back was turned to the door, and it didn’t look like he heard her. She trembled. Not knowing what to do. She didn’t want to be confronted with him. In about 2 days, this would be early enough.

She looked around and saw the book she was reading lying nearby. She could reach it without moving a step. Carefully, she grabbed the book and crept out the door.

Longing for Him

She ran out of the hallway, back to her room. Where she threw herself onto her bed, still trembling with fear.

This has to stop, she thought. I can not fall for him. Not only because I am already engaged, but because he isn’t my type of man at all. Except for his gorgeous body, slipped into her mind. Mouth-watering. Astonishing. She closed her eyes, remembering the photo that showed his well-formed abdominal, muscled abs. Longing for him.

How do I Know?

With a shock, she sat upright. How? Hence, did I remember something? How do I know that I am engaged, she thought. I don’t wear a ring. There was no photo from a man in her belongings. Of that she was sure.

She checked every item that was in the bags that she had with her when she was found in the desert. Nothing. Zero to trigger her memory. Yet, how can it be that I know certain things but can’t remember my name, where I have lived. If I am a student or have a job. How can this be?

She told herself to stop overthinking. To relax. Within a few days she would know more and the neurosurgeon for sure would be able to help her get her lost memories back.

What she did know, though, was that Amenokal a forbidden fruit. She was not allowed to fall for him. A tiny, little voice in the back of her mind said that this was too late. That she already fell for him. Totally and completely.

Dreaming About Him

Later, she took place in the seat before one of the windows of her room. After some time, overcome with emotions, she fell asleep in this seat. She started dreaming. Almost immediately, her dream started to evolve around him. Around Amenokal.

The dream started at the point where she left, in real life, the dining room. Ashamed about being caught staring at his beautiful body.

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