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“And more toum?” Hassan asked.
“There is never enough garlic sauce, so yes, please, more toum.”
“And you must have knafah to end your meal.”
“You’re reading my mind.”
Hassan laughed as he rang up our order. I opened my purse for my debit card, but Savva took the bag from me and closed it before giving it back.
“Did you forget our agreement, Ms. Lawton?” Before I could answer, he retrieved a black credit card from his pocket and gave it to Hassan. “This is my treat.”
I giggled and dropped into a curtsy. “Of course, Prince Savva. I can’t imagine what came over me.”
Hassan stiffened and looked up into Savva’s face. “Alhamdo lillah. My apologies, Your Highness. My humble cart is?—”
“Your amazing cart is going to stuff me with yummies,” I interrupted, wishing I hadn’t mentioned Savva’s name. Hanging out with a freaking prince was going to be a problem, but I’d deal. “Ignore Savva and pretend he’s just another customer, because he literally is.”
Hassan shook himself and whirled around to face the grill behind him. “Of course. I will make my best food for you.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed Savva’s hand, then led him to a bench. “Mercy, you’re going to give that poor man a complex. Can you stop doing that?”
“Stop doing what? I am simply being me.”
I sat down and tried to pull my hand away, but he wouldn’t let go.
“Don’t be so… princely?” I grimaced as my cheeks heated. “I don’t know. Maybe I should put a bag over your head, so nobody recognizes you.”
“I can’t decide if I’m insulted or amused.” He lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles. “I believe I shall be amused for now.”
“For now?”
“Yes. Your world is street food for lunch. For supper, we shall go to my world.”
“What is your world?”
“Decadence beyond imagining,” he purred. “Tell me, Ms. Lawton, what is your favorite meal?”
My heart skipped another few beats, making me wonder if I’d have a heart attack while wearing drenched panties. I tried to remind myself that Savva was engaged. He had a princess waiting for him to settle his fine backside down and be a husband.
I also needed to remember I’d be the worst kind of fool for considering getting horizontal with him. There wasn’t a future there.
My future would happen behind a telescope—not with a tattooed prince whose very presence made my toes curl.
“An aged ribeye with horseradish, homemade macaroni and cheese, greens, and steak fries.”
“Sounds delicious.” Savva leaned closer, letting me feel his warm breath on the sensitive skin of my neck. He brushed his lips over my jaw, and I about came in my pants. “It is my greatest wish to grant your every desire.”
SAVVA
Watching Damaris eat was a pleasure in itself. She truly enjoyed her meal, and although I’d never eaten food from a street vendor, her choices were delicious.
“Where did you learn about this?” I asked after eating a piece of her shawarma wrapped in pita with freshly slivered onion and ripe tomato.
“My roommate at Texas A&M was Lebanese and got me hooked.” She cut the last of the cured eggplant in half and passed the remainder to me. “Want the rest? I kind of made a pig of myself over them.”
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I curled my hand around her wrist and sucked the treat from her fingertips. Her pupils dilated and she gasped when I licked a drop of garlic sauce clean.
Her cheeks turned scarlet, and she tugged her hand away then jumped to her feet. “Um… okay. Let’s take care of the trash. The first meeting is about to start.”
