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slide away from him. His eyes travelled over her face once again and she was sure for an infinitesimal moment that he was going to touch his lips to hers.
    He closed his eyes for a long second then breathed in deeply and pushed off the bed to stand up straight.
    “Now stay there until I tell you that you can go. Let’s just get you better and we can argue over jobs another time.” He was in complete control as he pulled the quilt over her. She felt her heart hammering beneath her ribs and she knew it had absolutely nothing to do with the drugs.
    She let him cover her in the thick duvet and then she curled up into a tight ball as he picked up the tray and left the room.
     
    It was dark by the time she woke again. The moonlight, dusting through the arched windows and skimming over the white sheets, turned them to liquid silver. She was so comfortable and warm that she didn’t want to move until she became aware of someone else, very close, breathing gently with her.
    The warmth was suddenly burning heat as she orientated herself and realized that she was held in his arms. Her cheek was against his chest, her body pressed against his and her knee lay resting over the top of one of his toned legs. She pulled her head back slowly and in the bright moonlight, could see Adam’s perfect outline, on his back on the bed beside her.
    He still wore the jeans and t-shirt of earlier and the duvet lay half across him, leaving his huge bare feet reaching to the very end of the bed. His powerful arms held her tightly against his chest and her cheeks flamed as she saw how she had been using his body as her pillow. She slid her leg away from his well-muscled thigh and twisted gently in his arms, giving herself room to manoeuvre.
    His hair, raven black in this light, had flopped over his eyes and she sighed deeply as she pulled in his wonderful perfume. He was breathing steadily and she knew that he was sound asleep.
    She gently lifted his huge arm away from her back and wrapped it over his own chest before she lay looking at his sleeping figure for a long while, taking in his sculpted form, the shape of him clear through the tight fitting t-shirt he wore. Her skin flushed as she wondered if she would ever get to see exactly what was concealed beneath the soft cotton. She sighed, as she realized that it was just not going to happen before she slipped out from under the warm duvet onto the edge of the bed as gently as possible. She tested her feet on the floor.
    No spinning.
    She glanced back at Adam feeling strangely aware of the rhythm of his breathing, then stood.
    Sh e tested her legs, shifting her weight experimentally from one to the other. Feeling completely normal, she silently walked to the chair, her hips swaying unintentionally. 
    S he pulled the long t-shirt up over her head, taking a last long, deep pull of the delicious perfume. It was with profound relief that, skimpy though it was, she found her underwear was still in place. Trying not to think too much about being braless, she slithered into the tight black dress. She took one last glance at Adam’s sleeping form, then picked up her red shoes, opened the door and left the room as quietly as possible.
    She closed the bedroom door quietly behind her and walked silently, her feet sinking into the thick carpet of the long gallery. There were rooms off to one side and waist-high glass the other.
    Peering over the glass partition, she could see graceful wooden stairs, seemingly suspended in air, leading to the massive , open plan downstairs. There were dramatic art and unusual sculptures set around the room, each piece set to its full advantage. The furniture was minimalist but beautiful in design. Deep rugs were scattered across the floor and she suspected from their rich, lush colours and free patterns that they were Iranian. She gasped in wonder as she tiptoed down the wide staircase. The house was truly stunning and she realized for the first time that Adam was a seriously