The Queen of Ruin
Her toes tapped on the floor as Tessa’s narrowed eyes shot up to Rafik, and he could see the air around her wave with the heat of her temper. “I know I put that damn diary of mine in this nightstand.”
As he slipped on his flannel pants, he shrugged his bare shoulders. “You didn’t move it somewhere else and forgot, did you?”
A British-sounding “no” answered him as she wrinkled her nose.
The drawer slammed shut, and her arms wove together across her chest. “I never forget anything, ever. Someone snooped around our room, Rafik. What the hell would anyone want with my childhood diary? I didn’t even become interesting until about five years ago when I discovered oral sex.”
As he tried to calm her quick temper, he gripped her chin in his fingers. “Who would not want to take a peek inside such a beautiful mind?”