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The sensual, unashamed luxury of the suite unsettled her as much as the look in his eyes.
‘What’s the doctor supposed to do? Declare me fit for action?’ Her response was flippant and she realised that she hadn’t thought about the scorpion bite for hours. She’d been too caught up in all the drama and the swirling mess of her own feelings. She’d been too busy thinking about him.
And he knew it.
He hovered while the doctor examined her and Avery almost felt sorry for the man as Mal subjected him to a volley of cross-questioning until finally he was satisfied.
Exhausted, she flopped back against the pillows. ‘You terrified that poor man. His hands were shaking. For God’s sake, Mal, ease up on people, will you?’
‘I just wanted to make sure he was thorough.’
The room was the ultimate in sophistication. Decorated with elaborate woven rugs and antique furniture, the doors opened onto an uninterrupted view of the desert. Last time she was here with him she’d taken a picture of the same view at sunset and made it her screen saver. Seeing it again now made her heart lift and ache at the same time because it brought back memories of a time when life had been close to perfect.
The mattress dipped slightly as Mal sat down next to her. ‘You are thinking about the last time we were here.’
‘No. I don’t do that sort of thing. If you wanted sentimental then you picked the wrong woman. But you discovered that a while ago.’ Sliding away from him, Avery sprang from the bed. ‘What I was actually thinking is that I need a shower. My hair is full of sand. My clothes are full of sand. Right now I’m more camel than human.’ She shot towards the bathroom because it was the only room with a lock on the door, but he caught her easily and pulled her firmly back towards him.
‘There is nowhere to run. It’s just you and me, habibti.’
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nbsp; ‘And you only have yourself to blame for that. I told you you’d regret it.’
‘Do I look as if I’m regretting it?’ Smiling slightly, he slid his hands either side of her face, tilting her head. ‘Do you really want to fight? Because I’ll fight if that’s what you want. Or you could listen to an alternative suggestion as to how we can spend this time we have together.’
‘No.’ The word was meant to be firm and decisive. Instead it sounded more like a pathetic plea and he frowned, the smile fading from his eyes.
‘How long are you going to keep pretending this isn’t what you want?’
‘As long as it takes for you to get the message. What I want is a shower.’ Her voice was croaky. And she was terrified. Terrified of the thought of doing this again. Of risking everything. Of being hurt.
‘Shower first?’ He lifted his hand and freed her hair.
‘First?’
‘I thought you might be hungry.’
‘Shower sounds good. But I don’t have clothes to change into. You should have thought of that before you kidnapped me.’
His fingers lingered on her hair. ‘I can solve that, too.’
‘How?’
‘Sometimes being a Prince has its advantages.’
Her heart was beating fast but whether it was the fact that he was touching her or the fact that he was standing so close to her, she didn’t know. ‘So you’ve been shamelessly using your position and influence to coerce people.’
‘Something like that.’
‘I’m not impressed. It doesn’t work on me.’
‘It never did. But you do want me. Are you going to admit it?’
‘Not until all the sand has blown from the desert.’
His eyes glittered dark. ‘Then I’ll have to use other means to get the truth from you.’
‘You resort to violence now?’
