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They were waiting.
She thought of what she'd said to Ahmed. The promise she'd given him. The one about respecting his privacy.
It would be so easy just to type a few words in that empty box and announce to the world that she had just spent the most incredible night of her life with the world's sexiest man.
If she wanted she could have made it sound so superficial, so trivial. Almost as if it didn't really matter that much.
And she knew that if she made that announcement they would all go wild. There would be a frenzy.
And it would all center around Ahmed.
Never mind her life, she thought. Ahmed's life would be turned upside down.
He deserved better than that.
Now that she knew him, now that he knew her so intimately, she knew she could not do such a thing.
What they'd shared up at the encampment was too important, too special for that.
Up there, this morning, she'd acted impulsively. Almost in a panic when she'd realized what had happened. The connection they'd made together was special. Something she'd never thought she'd find in her life, let alone so rapidly.
Maybe there was something else for her and Ahmed to explore, she told herself.
In admitting that to herself, she knew she was setting herself up for a whole lot of complications. Maybe things would work out. In her heart, she believed there was a chance.
But would they work out?
In her heart, she knew the answer to that question.
She looked at the screen of her cell phone.
There was only one message she wanted to post there. And it would be one that respected Ahmed's wishes for privacy as well here own desire to send a signal.
To the anonymous people she'd never even met.
But, more importantly, to the man who'd changed everything for her.
She typed into the empty box and breathed out a satisfied sigh.
HELLO. I'M HERE
She sat back and smiled, wondering if he would see the message. If he would understand what she was saying.
The answer came thirty minutes later, when she heard a soft knock at her door.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Gemma opened the door and saw him standing there.
Ahmed.
He smiled at her, his gaze as penetrating as it had been last night. He looked so gorgeous in his suit, the neck of his white shirt open at the collar.
Somehow, seeing him standing there in the corridor, he looked different from the way he'd looked out at the encampment. There had been a wildness about him out in the desert. A primal quality in his demeanor. Now, as he stood there, all of that wildness had been reined back in.
He looked almost civilized again, she told herself. Almost.
He didn't immediately say anything. They both gazed at one another. Nothing needed to be said. Those few words she'd typed had said it all, as far as she was concerned.
