Desire

“Mr. Windsor,” Calista called, walking cautiously into the bedroom, her eyes downcast.

Ranya raised his head from his laptop, his brow furrowed as he watched her fidget with the hem of her extremely short gown that barely reached above her knees.

“What?” he asked, silently gulping his drink. Calista was a marvel, and for many reasons, he couldn’t control the urge to have her.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to eat now,” she said, feeling extremely shy as she watched his intensely handsome face stare back at her, an intensity that felt like it could consume her. She fought the urge to press her knees together as sensational feelings washed through her.

A slight smirk cut across his face as he stood up from his bed. He closed the laptop and placed it on the desk. “I would like to eat now,” he replied, his eyes not leaving hers.

Calista shifted, feeling uncomfortable at the unreadable expression mapped across his face. “Okay, sir,” she uttered, confused about the kind of food he actually w