Elijah staggered into her room. His bloodshot eyes were giving her frights. "Elijah," Amira sounded nervous as she watched him coming toward her. "Strip," Elijah commanded her. Amira smiled nervously as her gaze moved around looking for an escape. She had to meet the prince right now. "You sound intoxicated," Amira backed away a step and said with a fake smile. "I am not intoxicated. Now strip," he instructed and plopped down on the bed. Amira would lie is she said she wasn't turned on by him. With a wide chest, broad shoulders, and firm powerful arms, he could bring any woman to his knees. He was sex on legs, a stunner. Maybe she can spare him some moments. She walked to him and leaned over, giving him a full view of her huge breasts. His gaze flickered to her breast but they didn't darken with lust as she had expected them to. They remained unmoved. She raised her hand and brushed her fingertip down his cheek. Elijah grabbed her hand stopping her from touching him. His featur
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