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Rachel gave the shower a look of longing but, no, she wasn’t going to use it. The thought of stripping naked with only the door between the Sheikh and her brought back the memory of what had happened this morning. Or yesterday morning. Or, dammit, whatever day this was and that had been …
What did the day matter?
It was what had happened that counted.
Karim, his eyes going dark as he looked at her naked body. His hands cupping her breasts, his fingers feathering over her suddenly erect nipples, the liquid heat gathering low in her belly …
A moan rose in her throat.
She bit it back and stared at herself in the mirror.
“He caught you by surprise,” she said.
Her reflection returned the stare. Really? it said in a sly voice. So what are you saying, hmm? That you’ve never been caught by surprise before?
Rachel blinked.
Why was she wasting time and energy over this? What happened next was all that mattered. She had to be prepared to deal with it.
But not looking like this.
Looks were important. Another Mama-ism, like the one about first impressions and, again, true enough. Look weak, people saw you as weak. Look tough, they figured that you were.
Right now, she looked pitiful.
Red-rimmed eyes. The pallor that came of exhaustion. Hair that was half in, half out of a ponytail.
“You,” she told her reflection, “look worn and defeated. Is that how you want his Imperial Sheikhiness to see you?”
The answer was obvious.
So she got busy. Used the toilet. Ran water into the sink. Washed her hands and face with a soapy liquid that smelled like lemons. Brushed her teeth. Yanked her hair free of the band that constrained it and then combed it again and again until it was tangle-free.
Then she stood tall and looked into the mirror again.
“Better,” she said.
Not much, but anything was an improvement.
A deep breath. A toss of her head. Then she unlocked the door, started up the aisle …
The plane hit an air pocket. Not much of an air pocket, just enough to make her stumble. The problem was that it happened just as she reached the seat where he was sitting.
Not again, she thought as his hand shot out and closed around her wrist.
The panther was wide awake.
His fingers were warm and hard against her skin. Rachel looked at him. He looked at her. Say something, she told herself, and she forced a polite smile.
