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layers of one thick curtain wall, leaving only a sheer fluttering screen of smoky turquoise. A wide section of bright rose garden was visible beyond. Judging by the amount of light and the fact that I didn’t want to shoot the first person who spoke to me, it had to be at least noon. I sat up and stretched, savoring the delicious pull of my tenderized muscles. This was what it meant to be well-fucked.
    Amir was a beast . He’d spent hours lavishing me with sensation; massaging me with rich fragrant oils, feeding me expensive delicacies…and then he’d made love to me—slow, passionate, merciless love. Until I was begging him to stop and then begging him to never stop. Until I felt like one more orgasm would kill me. By the time he’d slipped out in the middle of the night, I could hardly keep my eyes open. He’d practically fucked me unconscious. I giggled and fell back against the pillows. A girl could get used to this.
    “Ahem.” The steward stood in the entryway.
    I pulled the sheets up to my chin. “Yes?”
    “Your presence is requested in the breakfast room.”
    Oh. Breakfast. The thought of Amir and food in the same room made my nipples come to attention. “I’ll be right there.”
    “Very good. I shall wait without while you prepare yourself. The master has provided suitable clothing,” he gestured to the dresser. “Your own garments ,” he added with distaste, “have been laundered and placed inside as well.”
    “Thanks.” I replied sweetly. “I’ll be out in a jiff.” Snotty little bastard. I waited until he left and then opened the dresser. The first drawer had bras and underwear—delicate, fancy lace ones with little ribbons and bows. I smiled. They were all blue except one pair in the center, which was a blushing shade of pink.
    The next drawer had a selection of gauzy blouses and flowing summer dresses, followed by a drawer with silk pants and shorts, and then in the last drawer, all by their lonesome, was my old tank top and faded blue jeans. The sanctimonious prick had put them in a plastic bag with a hard knot. I shook my head, tore it open, and shrugged them on—taking more than a little pleasure from knowing it would rile him. His eyes narrowed as I stepped into the hallway.
    I lifted my head and gestured imperiously. “Lead on.”
     
    THE BREAKFAST ROOM turned out to be another of the rooms with the retractable walls. The entire eastern section had been tied back to reveal a stunning slice of oasis lake, edged in lush tropical greenery. But the view that stopped me in my tracks was Amir at one end of a table, his long fingers curved around a wineglass—sitting across from Max.
    “Join us.” Amir said softly. He didn’t need to threaten or remind me of his security. We both knew if he gave the order I’d be on my knees in front of him in seconds. Funny, the thought of just such an encounter would have excited me a moment ago.
    I gave him a tight smile and sat. “I see you have another guest.”
    “I have found that these matters are best served by directness.” He gestured to Max. “You have been accused of theft.”
    “Well, he’s a liar.” I passed a cold look over Max. “I don’t know this man from a snake in my boot.”
    Max slammed his hand on the table. “Then how is it you ended up here on my motorcycle?”
    Amir raised a hand. “I’m handling this.” He returned his attention to me. “I had hoped you’d be honest with me.”
    I looked him straight in the eye. “I didn’t know it was his bike. I was stranded in the middle of nowhere, at the mercy of a gang of thieving perverts. I had to make a quick exit.” I looked at Max. “If it’s yours and you want it back, you’re welcome to it.”
    “This isn’t about the bike and you know it.” Max growled.
    “I didn’t touch or take anything in your packs.” I said truthfully. “Search them if you don’t believe me.”
    “We have searched the bike.” Amir replied calmly. He paused, glancing at the