In the light of Jassar’s explanation, her father’s deal didn’t seem so bad. Perhaps her father saw this as an opportunity, she considered. This was her opportunity to convince Jassar that she was special; perhaps even special enough to marry. This union would certainly be her father’s dream. But her father dreaming it didn’t make it her dream. Jasmine took another bite of the delectable scone and looked out toward the sea.
“Do you expect me to just give myself to you?” Jasmine asked with building contempt.
“What I expect is for you to beg me to take you.”
Jasmine whipped her head around to find Jassar’s smile. His smug arrogance infuriated her. ‘How dare he?’ she thought as she crossed her legs to hide her swelling lips. ‘He will never have me,’ she decided. ‘I will never fall for him.’
