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There was also a large container with fresh water. They'd have all they needed for a spartan breakfast. Before he'd found her in her car the night before, Ahmed had arranged for some locals to deliver supplies of fresh food to the camp. He anticipated they would arrive later that morning.
But, for now, this simple breakfast would be their first shared meal.
He wondered how many other first things they might share while she was here with him.
He went outside. It was a beautiful morning, the sun shining low in the sky. The air was cool and fresh, not yet heated by the sun. It was going to be a fine day.
He had a notion to try and spend as much time with Gemma as he could. He wanted to get to know her, needed to find out more about her life, her history and what she truly believed.
Getting to know her wouldn't be anything like getting to know the other women in his past. She was the first American woman he'd really been attracted to, and he was curious. There was so much that was new and fresh about her.
He thought about last night. Although it might seem like a dream to Gemma on awakening, as far as he was concerned last night had been a welcome taste of the kind of reality he could expect with her. What he'd done had been crazy, even impulsive.
But, he'd enjoyed it.
Enjoyed allowing her a taste of himself, of what he had to offer.
He'd slept peacefully, and dreamt of her, of the desert, of them together.
Ahmed laid out the breakfast food on small plates upon a low table which he brought out from the tent. He placed two glasses of cool water next to the plates and regarded his handiwork.
He nodded with approval and then gazed out across the valley of dunes which stretched off into the distance.
This would be new for him. Sharing food with a beautiful newcomer on such a lovely morning would be a real pleasure. He hoped it would be as much of a pleasure for Gemma.
He was just finishing when she emerged from her tent. She was rubbing sleep from her eyes, and she was wearing the same light gown she'd worn yesterday.
Ahmed stood a moment, just looking at her, taking in the sight of her astonishing beauty. She looked amazing, even with dishevelled hair, and with a slightly paler than usual complexion. If he wasn't mistaken, hers was the face of someone who hadn't slept well these past few hours.
But she still looked amazing. His heart quickened just at the sight of her. Simply looking at her, he felt younger than his thirty years. And she looked younger than her early twenties.
"Good morning," he called out.
She peered at him, squinting in the early morning light. "Good morning," she groaned.
He loved how her voice sounded, heavy with sleep, slightly lower than usual. Almost husky. It made something stir inside him, and he did nothing to battle the sensation. He was going to enjoy every single moment of the coming day.
She yawned and he smiled on seeing her do that. It was going to take her a while to wake up, he reflected.
Gemma came over to him, walking barefoot on the sand. He glanced approvingly at her small feet, at her even toes, at the way she padded carefully toward him. She looked smaller somehow, and he realized it was probably being barefoot that enhanced the impression of smallness.
One word came to mind as he watched her.
Perfect.
Gemma halted beside him and peered down at the low table. "What's that?" she said pointing at the food.
"Breakfast."
She squinted at him. "You're not serious," she muttered.
He nodded. "That's all we've got."
"Are you trying to starve me?"
He glanced down the length of her body. "I'd never do such a thing. There's no need."
She tilted her head at him and pursed her lips. He loved the way her lips curled into that cute shape. He realized this was the first time he'd seen her in broad daylight. Their previous encounters had all been in the dark of night.
