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CHAPTER EIGHT
ONENIGHTINhis bed.
Even as she entered the vast sleeping area, Maggie knew that was all she would have.
Maggie knew her hair was tousled and did not want to hazard a guess as to what she looked like. As he had helped her to stand up, she had seen the smears of blood on her thighs from the rough coupling. Her face felt raw from his kisses and her hair, when she had ran her fingers through it, was knotted.
But she had never felt better in her life.
Always she covered herself—never emerging, even from the shower, anything other than fully dressed. Yet she walked naked with him and barely gave it a thought.
The area was terribly male. While her bed in the desert abode was dressed in silk and pretty cushions, his was adorned with heavy furs.
‘I should protest really,’ she said as he draped one over her.
‘Have you any idea how cold it gets at night here in winter?’
‘No,’ Maggie said and shivered, not just at the cool air but at the thought that she would never know.
‘Don’t you have a fire in here?’ Maggie asked, simply wanting to know everything she could and surprised at the rare absence of anything in these very luxurious surroundings, for it was cold in here!
‘Not in the bedroom,’ he said, and slid under the fur, pulling her in beside him. ‘Here is for sleeping.’
‘And sex,’ Maggie said, and she looked up at a rope that hung over the bed.
‘Of course.’
‘Do you have a harem in the desert too?’ she asked, loathing the thought, yet unbearably curious.
‘The women of thehammamtake it in turns to come out here.’
‘A holiday to the desert?’ she said. ‘That was sarcasm—’
‘I know it was,’ Ilyas interrupted, ‘but you are correct. They enjoy coming out here. It is more...’ He stopped.
‘More what?’
Never, not once, not even for a fleeting moment had he protected a lover from the truth of his lifestyle, yet he hesitated now.
‘More what?’ Maggie persisted.
‘I have more time for them when I am here.’
Ouch!
It was like stabbing pins into her eyes, yet she sought the truth no matter how it hurt to hear it. ‘What about when you go away?’ Maggie asked. ‘Do they travel with you?’
‘A select few.’
They lay on their sides facing each other, absolutely together yet their lives were worlds apart.
He had her heart. Even if she had never had feelings like this before, already Maggie knew it.
She also knew that Ilyas had no heart to give.
‘What happens when you marry?’ she asked.
‘My harem gets disbanded.’
