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She knew there was something going on with him. The mystery visit to the desert facility had obviously upset him. What was going on? What was he keeping private?
It was definitely not her place to ask. And yet, it certainly wasn’t his place to kiss her and touch her as he had. “Sir…”
“Do you not think you might call me Zamir now?” He prompted with a mocking glint in his eyes.
“I …”
“You have touched my dick. I have felt your breasts. Please. Call me Zamir.”
“God,” she closed her eyes at his crude yet accurate assessment. “Don’t.”
He laughed. For reasons he didn’t begin to understand, he liked that he had shocked her.
The question she’d been about to ask died on her lips. How could she ask what it was that haunted his nights when he spoke to her like that? “Did you need anything else, sir?”
Zamir was very still. She wasn’t going to forgive him. And he couldn’t blame her. He was being deliberately crude. He was all over the place; his behaviour was beneath him.
“No.”
“Fine. Good night.” She walked away from him with a jangling sense of displeasure. Her body was frustrated and her mind was knotted.
What the hell had just happened?
Chapter 4
Whatever the building was, it was beautiful. Olivia sat beneath the enormous tree, the grass green and luscious beneath her, her eyes trained far in the distance, where the heat made the desert haze like an optical illusion beyond the thick grey fence.
Zamir had been inside for almost an hour.
Zamir.
Her heart stammered as she thought of him, and her traitorous body tingled in memory of his touch.
Why had she stopped it?
Why hadn’t she kissed him back and pushed her hands beneath his shirt, as she’d longed to? Why hadn’t she wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her body, and let her fingers run over every inch of him?
Because she would have lost her virginity to a man who was a very, very inappropriate choice as her first lover. She would have slept with a man who needed a body – any body – and nothing else.
She pulled a blade of grass between her fingers, and it squealed a little at her touch. She plucked another, and this one she brought to her lips. The smell reminded her, strangely enough, of an Australian summer. The days she’d spent lying on her back staring up at the clouds, enjoying the heat on her limbs and the almost soporific sound of birds in the air.
“Miss Henderson.” It was Marook. She stood immediately, her smile broad despite the waves of confusion that had besieged her since the night before.
“Yes?”
“His Highness has just left the building.”
She stifled a giggle and the urge to modify his sentence into the famous Elvis reference. She was pretty sure Marook wouldn’t appreciate her sense of humour.
“Fine,” she nodded and fell into step behind him, as he cut back to the vehicle. They arrived only a few moments before Zamir.
His attention was clearly diverted. His eyes were looking just as Olivia had been, towards the sand that was visible far beyond the compound walls.
“Miss Henderson?”
Her heart flopped. “Yes, sir?”
His eyes narrowed at the use of his formal title. “I will require you upon our return.”
