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Her mouth dropped and she spun around, unable to look at him. It was her fantasy come true, and yet it wasn’t. It was sexy and sleazy in equal measure. When she spoke her words were ragged. “Are you actually propositioning me?”
“I highly doubt I am the first man to do so.”
He wasn’t, it was true. But he was the first man she’d really wanted. The first man she’d fantasised about.
“Wow.” She blinked her eyes shut, and so didn’t see Zamir move to her. She felt his body right behind her; his strong, firm body, and she shivered. She knew she should move away.
He placed the glass onto the coffee table beside them and then put both of his hands on her shoulders. He ran his fingers down her arms, and then back to her shoulders. He felt her shiver at his touch and he smiled. It was almost too easy.
For the past two years, Zamir had been careful. He’d had lovers, of course, but he’d selected them with great thought, to ensure their affairs would not reach the headlines. Prior to that, when Ra’if had been heir and Zamir had been less in the spotlight, he’d enjoyed indulging his libido whenever it pleased him.
And in that moment, he craved to indulge it with Olivia Henderson. Seducing her would not be difficult. But working with her afterwards might be. He pushed the concern aside.
He wanted her. And he somehow knew she would blot out the pain of the day from his mind.
“It is only sex,” he whispered in her ear, before pressing his kiss to the sensitive flesh at the base of her neck.
Olivia froze. Only sex? There was no such thing.
She had to be strong. It was imperative.
“I want only this,” he murmured, lifting her shirt so that he could touch her flat stomach. She moaned softly as his hands crept upwards, to cup her breasts. Her nipples were taut against the lace fabric of her bra and he teased them with his fingers. He moved one hand to hers, and guided it to touch his rock-hard arousal. “And this,” he moved his hips and felt her shudder again.
He spun her in his arms, so that she was facing him, and he pressed his body firmly to hers, so that she could feel what his pleasure would be like. Her lips were parted, her pupils enormous in her face. He took her mouth with his, kissing her passionately and desperately. His intensity was a plea; he knew she could make him forget. He was begging her to.
He pushed at her shirt and it came apart, revealing her beautiful breasts, held firm by the fabric bra, and his ache for her grew.
Olivia was drowning in a sea of desire; it was churning her and making her forget everything she should feel and do. She kissed him back, because in that moment it was what she wanted more than anything in the world. Her hands, though, had other ideas and they tangled in his hair, and curled around his neck.
He began to unzip her pants, and it was then that Olivia froze. This was completely wrong. If she didn’t press pause on what was happening, it would be too late. Both of them would be lost to the swarming hive of sensation. She stepped away from him, shaking with lust and panic.
“I’m not …” she pressed her hands into her hips, but his eyes were drawn to the roundness of her curves and she regretted it instantly. Her shirt was across the room. She walked to it quickly and pulled it on roughly. It messed her hair.
Zamir was watching without reacting, and that only angered Olivia more. “I’m a personal concierge. Not a hooker.” She straightened her spine and sent him what she hoped was her most withering look. “Of course, if you want to have meaningless sex with someone you don’t know, I’d be happy to find an escort for you.” She moved past him with as much dignity as she could muster.
Zamir, for the first time in his life, was being rejected. And it set off a prickling sense of shame in him.
“Olivia,” his voice was a harsh command. She stopped walking and looked at him, but mutiny was writ large on her face. Hurt glowed in her eyes.
He felt anger, and it was all directed at himself. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He grimaced. “I was rude and inappropriate. It won’t happen again.”
Regret was unmistakable. She forced a small smile to her face but it was obviously a mask. “Fine. It’s fine.” Her heart was still pounding.
“No, it’s not. I was going to use your utterly delightful body to forget my problems, and believe me, I wouldn’t have cared that I was using you if you had acquiesced.”
Coldness spread through her veins like ice on a lake. “Do you do that often, then?” She pushed the question back on him.
“Not really.” He wasn’t childish enough to tell her it wasn’t her business. For it was, now. He’d inadvertently given her access to more of his private life than he’d intended to share.
“So you’re saying I’m the first woman you’ve propositioned for sex in the middle of the night?”
His laugh was soft. “In a manner of speaking.” His eyes drifted down her body and then lifted back to her face.
And Olivia knew why. People, men particularly, took one look at her and jumped to all the wrong conclusions. She had the misfortune of having been built like a playboy centrefold, and she had an outgoing nature. Therefore, she had to be a slut with a capital S. Only Olivia wasn’t. She’d always drawn the wrong kind of guy. Men who obviously wanted her body and didn’t much care for what was in her mind. As a result, she’d never got beyond a first date with any of them.
As for sex? Forget about it. Looking like a sex object made her loathe to become one. What would Zamir Fayez say if she revealed that she was a virgin at twenty four? Needless to say, he’d back away from her faster than he could say, No way in hell.
Why had he done it?
