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He didn't even know she'd seen him last night, so how else would he know. She'd done everything she could to mask that attraction, and she was sure she'd succeeded.
So far.
Suddenly the prospect of getting away from here was tempting.
Now they were having an argument. Like any other, regular couple, they were bitching about something as stupid as taking photos.
But, they weren't a couple, she reminded herself. And they never would be.
"Look, why don't we just forget this whole thing," she suggested.
He gazed steadily at her. He looked like he was calming down, now. Had that been her first sight of his infamous temper?
He nodded. "You're right. It isn't important. I should have expected someone like you to want to take photos."
"Someone like me?" she asked narrowing her eyes.
"Someone who spends her whole life online is going to want pictures," he replied. His features darkened visibly. "Maybe you'd like to take some videos. Or maybe you'd like an exclusive interview with the reclusive sheikh," he snapped.
She felt her body tense again, just like it had done when he'd emerged from the tent. "That's not fair," she retorted.
"Why not?" He gestured with a sweep of his arm. "This must be great material for your fans to gaze at. In fact, I'm sure they'd find it fascinating to marvel at how the primitives can live. After all, the likes of me don't come from your world." He leaned forward and was now clearly indignant. "Your world that is so much better than mine."
She stiffened, feeling a chill up her spine. She had definitely touched a raw nerve. She was shocked at his words. Was that really how he thought of her? Did he really harbor so much disgust at the world she'd come from?
Her home.
"That's not what I think of you," she replied quickly. "Not at all."
"It isn't?" he asked, raising his brows in obvious skepticism.
"No," she shot back emphatically.
He moved closer to her. Now he was almost within touching distance. If he wanted he could reach out and take her arm.
If he wanted.
But he didn't. Instead he she saw him breathe deeply and gaze darkly at her for a long moment. He was trying to hold something back, she told herself. She could see it in his eyes and in the way his nostrils had suddenly flared.
"Then what do you think of me?" he murmured.
She felt her heart quicken. She wanted to drag her gaze way from him, but she couldn't. His own gaze was penetrating, insistent and, for the moment, totally impossible to dismiss.
Their eyes were locked in a electrically charged combat. She knew this was a dangerous moment and that her next words could change everything.
But, she wasn't ready for that. Not yet.
Perhaps, not ever, she told herself.
"You know what I think of you, already, don't you?" she asked. Her voice was weaker and softer than she would have liked.
He shook his head. "I thought I did. But, now? I'm not sure."
She tilted her head toward her shoulder, feeling regret that she'd provoked this argument in the first place by stepping over his boundaries.
She sighed heavily. "Look, Ahmed. I apologised. Isn't that enough?"
Ahmed took one more step closer, and then he did what she thought he'd never do.
