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    “Yes, thank you for the upgrade, but I would have been quite happy in Economy had I known it was you and there were strings attached and that you were stalking me.”
    His mouth tilted into a very subtle smirk when he told me, “I know, it was wrong of me, baby. It’s something I would never normally do . . . I respect people’s privacy. But I was worried about you; I just wanted to know your whereabouts, just in case.” He stepped closer and murmured, “Anyway, deep down inside, you secretly like me keeping an eye on you Pearl, admit it.”
    It was true, I did like the fact that he’d been thinking about me and wanting to know where I was. But the question was . . . why? What did he want from me? I glared at him and said, “Stalking me, but with only one thing in mind: to get into my panties when it’s actually Laura you want to be with.” The idea that he desired me so much physically was a real turn-on. I tried to hide it with my furious scowl, but what was going on down south of the border was giving me away, even if only to myself.
    He raised his arms in the air with exasperation. Boy, he was a good actor. “I do not fucking well want to be with Laura! I want to be with you. I want to marry you. Please, baby, I’ll get to the bottom of this; something strange is going on. I’ll talk to Laura—”
    “Oh yes, I bet you will.”
    He laid a hand gently on my shoulder and told me quietly. “Pearl, chérie. I love you. I’ve missed you so much. I love you; you are the only woman I want.”
    I shrugged my shoulder to shake off his hand and rolled my eyes in disbelief like a sulky teenager.
    He roared at me, “You have to believe me!”
    Something about his hot-blooded anger, not only tickled me, but jolted me into action. I did want to trust him, and in that split second I decided that I had to let him hold me, at least one more time, even if he was lying. I couldn’t stand being in The Desert. I needed him, his touch, his breath on mine. I needed to believe his lies.
    I stood there weakly, succumbing to him as he unzipped my jeans and put his hand down into my panties, pushing his finger into my soaking wet opening. He scooped me up in his arms and said, “That’s it, you want this as much as I do. No more games, Pearl.”
    He took me into the bedroom and threw me onto the soft mattress, his massive bulge flexing through his elegant pants.
    “What if I said ‘no,’ what if I said I couldn’t do this?” I mumbled, only too aware that I couldn’t resist him, knowing this whole Laura issue would have to sit on the back burner because I couldn’t hold out anymore.
    “Then I’d know you’d be lying,” he rumbled, casting off his tailored jacket and unbuttoning his beautiful bespoke pants.
    I gasped at his size: his raging angry cock wanted all of me. I started to frantically pull off my jeans and panties. I too felt like an animal. I lay there thrashing about the bed, wanton like some Babylon whore, my legs spread wide. “Fuck me, Alexandre, please,” I whispered. “I need you, all of you. Fuck me.”
    “You bet I’ll fuck you.” He licked his lips lasciviously, crawled between my legs, laying his naked body on top of me. He was beautiful . . . how I’d missed this. His dark, floppy hair, his lean sexy body, his flashing green eyes . . . wanting me, needing me. But I suddenly felt as if I’d been too easy, so I closed my legs—a bit late, I knew, but I needed to show some semblance of pretense, so I squeezed them together to try and make myself seem less like a cat in heat. A ridiculous attempt to gain back a sprinkling of dignity.
    His strength overpowered me; he knew I wanted this as much as he did. His mouth was on mine, his tongue probing me as growls rumbled from his throat “Don’t suddenly play the chaste damsel in distress with me, Pearl. I know what you want, chérie. You want me to fuck your brains out.”
    He eased his hard erection between my unyielding