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“How much clearer can I be? I’ll have to take the proposal to my people. I’ll need Fisher beside me.”
“What good would Frank do if he had to do his running-to-the-bathroom routine each time someone asked a question?”
It was an excellent point, one Caz had been doing his best to ignore.
“No good at all,” Megan said without waiting for him to answer. “Your choice, your highness. Me, or nobody.”
It wasn’t a choice. Caz knew that. He’d known it ever since he’d unmasked Fisher.
“Well? Do I go to Suliyam or don’t I?”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Caz said coldly.
“Is that a yes?”
“Assuming it is, you’ll have to put up with some things you won’t like.”
Megan wanted to pump her fist in the air. Instead she smiled politely.
“I put up with today, didn’t I?”
“For example, you can’t walk beside me in public.”
She wanted to laugh. Not walk beside him? “No problem,” she said, pleased at the sincerity in her tone.
“You can’t talk to me when we’re with others. You’ll direct your comments to Hakim, who wil
l then repeat them to me.”
“I can manage that.” Another lie, but once she was in Suliyam, he’d see how wrong he was to think a man could keep a woman living in the ancient past.
He hesitated. “And there’s one last thing…”
Megan lifted her eyebrows. “Yes?”
“But this one is strictly my problem, not yours.”
“Well, what is it?”
Caz moved quickly, as he’d done in the morning. She knew what was going to happen, knew it in the sudden race of her heart as he clasped her shoulders and lifted her to her toes.
“I’ll have to find a way to keep my hands off you,” he said thickly, and crushed her mouth beneath his.
CHAPTER FIVE
HER mouth was warm as the sun and sweet as the flowers that grew in the gardens of his palace.
And welcoming.
So welcoming.
Caz felt as if he were sinking into the kiss.
There was no pretence this time. He saw her eyes widen in shock but the instant his lips brushed hers, she sighed, leaned into him and opened her mouth to his.
She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
There was no way to pretend, not when he was holding her so close to him that he could hardly tell where his body ended and hers began. She was clinging to him, her arms wound around his neck, her breasts lush against his chest, her thighs hot against his.
