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her. There was nowhere left to go.
    He lifted the egg up, asking, “What is the expression in your country? Something to do with crying uncle?”
    Carolyn kept her eyes on his hand and shook her head, “No, I’m not ready to cry uncle. That means giving up, and I will never give up to you.”
    Mahil’s smiled broadened as he invaded her personal space, the egg in his hand forgotten as he watched her eyes darken. When only a few inches separated them, he stopped, inhaling her unique fragrance and letting his eyes take in her beauty.
    Her face was devoid of cosmetics, but her complexion was so perfect, she didn’t require them. Her almond shaped eyes still showed signs of sleepless nights, and the color in her cheeks was heightened by their exchange. And he was pleased that she no longer smelled of greasy food from the diner.
    He lifted the egg a little higher, enjoying the way she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off his arm. “Would you like to change your answer?” he asked her softly.
    Carolyn slowly shook her head, her eyes pulling away from his arm and locking on his own ice-blue gaze. What he saw mirrored back in her eyes had him lowering his hand, and taking the last steps that brought him into contact with her.
    Mahil was very aware of what desire looked like and Carolyn’s eyes were ablaze with it. Their little skirmish had only served to heighten their awareness of one another. Chest to chest, he let the egg fall unheeded to the kitchen floor as he cupped the side of her face tenderly with one hand while the other rested on her hip. With a tug, he drew her tightly to him before he slowly lowered his head to hers, searching her eyes before taking her lips in a kiss full of exploration and promise. He lifted his head slightly and urged her, “Cry uncle yet?”
    Carolyn opened her mouth to respond, but Mahil captured her lips with his effectively silencing her. Her lips were as soft as he imagined as he tried not to moan at how good she felt. She was as delicious as she was lovely and he held himself still as her small hands stroked his chest and arms before slipping around his waist to hold him close.
    He used one hand to skim down her side, feeling the soft swell of her breast even as the bulge behind his zipper grew. He’d been hard for what seemed like days, and only the fear that she was in some kind of real trouble had kept him from giving into this need to explore the chemistry simmering between them.
    Mahil was so lost in their kiss and the feel of her body against his own; he didn’t realize right away when she stopped responding to him. Only her shoving hard against his shoulders brought him back to reality and the bright lights of his kitchen.
    “What’s wrong?”
    Carolyn was glaring at him, her lips swollen from their kiss and her cheeks bright with her blush. “Is this why you really brought me here? To be your…your…sex slave?”
    Mahil was instantly angry. “Sex slave? We shared a kiss…”
    Carolyn shook her head and pushed against him again; not relenting until he took a step backwards, “Go away! I am not sleeping with you.”
    “Your body doesn’t seem to be in agreement,” he told her, watching the rapid pulse beat in her neck and seeing her tight nipples puckered beneath the thin cotton of the sundress she was wearing. It was an American item of clothing that a visiting friend’s sister had left in his pool house, and while it was a little big on her, she’d chosen it over the traditional gowns worn by the women of his country.
    Modesty was a high priority amongst his people, but here in his home, he’d given orders that allowed Carolyn to dress as she saw fit. He’d also made sure there would be no male servants in the house as long as she was in residence. Ahmed was the only exception as he accompanied Mahil most places and oversaw his security.
    “Get out!” Carolyn told him, crossing her arms over her chest when she saw where his eyes had strayed.
    “Why are you so