Chapter 177

Orla shivered. It was never a good idea to challenge fate. She knew that. This was a man who positively oozed a raw sexuality that had the air around him thrumming with male hubris and testosterone—a man who, without her being able to do a single thing about it, had gotten under her carefully constructed guard and forced her body to acknowledge his effect on it.

He wanted her, Arni admitted reluctantly. He wanted her very badly.

Her full-length cream skirt, worn with a round-necked sleeved top, and the fine long cream silk scarf she was wearing certainly stood out amongst the jewel colors most of the other female guests were wearing, giving her an angelic air despite the darkness of her hair. She looked ethereal and fragile, but there had been nothing ethereal about the look he had caught her giving him a few seconds ago: the look of a woman whose sensuality was aroused and clamoring for satisfaction.

The courtyard was almost empty now; the other guests had made their way to their roo