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RACHEL was shaking with anger.
Bad enough the Sheikh had walked into her life and seized control of it.
Ordering her around. Making assumptions.
And this. Man-handling her as if—as if she existed for his pleasure.
She knew what he thought of her.
Rami had treated Suki like a slave. Bring me this, hand me that, don’t argue when I say something …
He’d tried that with her, too, but it hadn’t worked.
“Maybe that’s how men deal with women where you come from,” she’d told him, “but this is America.”
America. Where a woman like her wore a costume that made her look like a whore because management said she had to. Where a man judged her by the damned costume, or maybe by the belief that she’d been his brother’s mistress.
She’d told him she hadn’t been Rami’s mistress. He hadn’t believed her. Now she wanted to tell him she hadn’t been his lover, either.
She wanted to say, I’d sooner have lived on the streets than have slept with your horrible brother.
But she couldn’t say it. She had to play out this charade because all that mattered was Ethan.
Okay. She had to calm down. Take a deep breath. Let it out slowly. Take another …
“Goddammit,” she said.
How could she calm down? How?
“You gotta go with the flow,” Mama had always said.
Mama hadn’t just gone with the flow, she’d ridden it like a surfer on a wave.
Rachel snorted.
Mama used to say a lot of things. Folksy crap. Stupid nonsense.
Not so stupid anymore.
Go with the flow. And that other old bromide.
“First impressions count.”
That had always made Rachel cringe, because Mama had probably said it a hundred times, always in a cheery voice, always as she stood in front of a mirror primping for her first date with the latest jowly, sweaty-faced fool who’d come sniffing at her heels.
Turned out Mama had been right about that, too. First impressions did count. The Sheikh had judged her on how she’d looked. And she’d hadn’t helped the situation, letting him bark out commands—
Letting him kiss her in the bathroom and kiss her again, here on his plane. Sure, she’d fought back, but then—but then—
