Eva's POV
Ahmed couldn't take his eyes off of me at all. I said it felt weird to have the whole restaurant sold out. It was a 5-star one. So he clapped his hands twice and the room was half filled with people minding their own business. It was as if they were actors waiting to enact on cue.
Surreal.
As I kept sipping on my wine, silently enjoying the taste of the red liquid, Ahmed asked.
"Did you want to honor me and match my dress, Habibti? White suits you." He said, his finger drawing a line over the back of my hand which held my glass.
"White does suit me," I answered in short. However, that regaled him for some odd reason.
"There's rarely been anyone who was resisting my charms this much, habibti. I want you all the more because of...this." He said, pointing me with
