Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Ivy

Monday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

IVY COULD HARDLY BREATHE. His smell was everywhere and it made it hard to think.

Infuriating man. Why did he have to smell so yummy and have such good lashes? One of the dozen or so lash extensions had fallen off that morning while she tried to take care of them. If it weren't for London taking pity on her, she might have ripped them all out.

Ivy grabbed a handful of her skirt and draped it over one arm so she could at least walk without tripping over it. She'd nearly fallen on her face when they'd fled the hall. With the way Killam was now, he'd probably have dragged her out.

"What's going on? Why did we run out of there?" She went to the modern, narrow sofa by the windows and sat down, curling one leg under her. It was just as uncomfortable as it looked, but she was off her feet.