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A boyfriend!
The possibility that this girl could belong to another man hadn't occurred to him, and although a part of him was sorely tempted to break his own rules and pretend he hadn't heard her say anything—-
His bitterness simply wouldn't allow him to forget, and Khadem forced himself to take a step back from the girl. "Then I'm sorry."
Prue was so stunned by the swiftness of his rejection that all she could do was look at him. Did this mean he was going to leave her like this? Was he really going to let her take her chances with the next stranger she'd bump into?
"Please."
But the man was already turning away, and Prue reached for his hand unthinkingly.
Aaaah!
She had forgotten all about her body's crazy response to skin-to-skin contact in her panic, and the stranger turned to face her as soon as her fingers curled around his wrist. His skin felt so unbelievably hot, and when she lifted her gaze to his, it was then she saw the frustration and hunger blazing from his eyes.
He wants me?
The knowledge nearly made her writhe, and Prue desperately fought against the urge to throw herself at him. If Klaus as her boyfriend was difficult to believe, then to havethisstranger attracted to her should have been outright impossible...and yet he actually did.
How can he want me?
And why isn't he taking advantage of my situation?
Khadem gritted his teeth upon seeing the expression on the girl's face. She had finally realized that he wanted her, and he could see in her eyes that she was wondering why he wasn't doing anything about it.
"Forget about your boyfriend," Khadem said roughly. "Come with me, and I'll take care of you."
Yes, oh, yes.Those were the words her body was urging her to say, but how could she when she had Klaus?
"I'm sorry," she choked out, "but I can't."
Khadem's fists clenched as the girl spun away from his hold.This was for the best, he told himself. Damsels in distress like her was the bane of his life. The last time he had been gullible enough to love one, the woman had loved him back...but just not enough to stay by his side when it most mattered.
Prue told herself not to panic. Her body might be in turmoil, but there had to be a way she could deal with this herself. All she needed to do was to find some private place before her urges drove all rational thought out of her mind, and—-
"You win."
It was the stranger again, and he was suddenly in front of her, his handsome face taut.
"Just let me take you somewhere safe—-" Khadem reached for her hand, but the girl reared back as if horrified, and it was like the past all over again. When he had asked Alanna to marry him, she had yanked her hand out of his hold like his touch had sickened him.
Prue could tell that the stranger had mistaken her reaction for disgust. She wished she could tell him that he was wrong, and that what she feared was how his touch had the power to make her completely forget her morals. But if she told him the truth, she was scared he would keep insisting on helping her, and she just didn't know how long she could hold herself back.
Khadem's jaw tightened when he saw how the girl appeared close to crying. It reminded him of how Alanna used to call him a brute every time she burst into tears, and the memory had him hardening himself against the way the girl was subconsciously begging for his help with her big, brown eyes.
"I'm not going to force you to come with me," Khadem said tersely, "nor will I spend the rest of the night wooing you. So if you truly do not want my help—-"
Prue forced herself to lie. "I can take care of myself."
Khadem's lips tightened.So be it then.He pointed towards the stairs at the back of the club. "If you don't want me with you, fine. But one of the private rooms upstairs is reserved under my name. It's the first door you'll see. Password is 0908. You can stay there until the drug wears off."
The words seemed too good to be true, and Prue couldn't help but wonder if the offer came with some unseen catch. "Why are you helping me?"
Khadem's lips twisted. "Because you asked me to."
