good. I’d like a man who could grant me any wish right about now. Right now, my number one wish would be a tall cafe latte with soya and whipped cream, then a ...”
“Trust me, he’s not a genie,” snapped Darius, trying to gentle his voice at the last minute as he realized Kassandra’s prattle masked how nervous and uncomfortable she felt.
The door opened, show casing one well-dressed man.
With one look, Kassandra took in the tight black leather pants and white open-neck cotton shirt. She looked around, expecting to see a black cape as she took in a Zorro wannabe alive and in the flesh.
“Ahh, Prince, it is a pleasure to have you.”
“Prince?”
Darius ignored Kassandra’s squeak, as she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Bowing his head to acknowledge their presence, Saad dismissed Kassandra as he turned his complete attention to Darius.
“Ahhh, you brought...” there was an audible pause that thickened the very air around them, “a …human. How…er…lovely,” said Saad, making Darius want to kill him.
Instead, he growled a low warning to Saad who gallantly took Kassandra’s limp hand and raised it to his lips.
“Enough, Saad ,” he barked. “I’m assuming you know why we’re here.”
“Of course, do come in. I am Saad, master of this small land dwelling. My house is your house. Please make yourself at home. Fiona here,” he said, as he us hered the two of them inside, “Will take care of your needs, Darius.”
* * * * *
Needs, what needs? Kassandra eyed the petite beauty sashaying towards Darius. She was exotically beautiful, so much so she made Kassandra feel more like a train wreck than an attractive, desirable woman. Then again, sleeping in a car did that to you.
Long, thick black hair fe ll gracefully down the woman’s backside, dark blue eyes with long eyelashes eyed Darius as if he was a yummy chocolate dessert. To top it off she wore an almost see-through sheer dress that left nothing to the imagination. Immediately, Kassandra hated her.
“I’m Kassandra,” she heard herself saying, as she introduced herself to Saad, trying hard to overlook the hur t feeling that welled up in her because Darius couldn’t even bother to make a proper introduction.
It was as if she didn’t matter to him. Not that he mattered to her. After all, if she had her way, she’d be at home, snug in bed and reading...no devouring… the ancient book Darius had stashed under his arm as tight as a bug for safekeeping.
Without a doubt, Kassandra knew that book was her key to freedom. Her sole means of escaping the mad clutches of one so-called Greek warrior. But how? For the umpteenth time that day, she tried recalling what she had done to conjure up Darius from the book. The only thing she could think of was that there must be some connection to the ancient Sumerian symbols and to the Greek symbol for water. She sighed in exasperation. A big load of help that realization was.
Realizing her host was speaking, Kassandra cleared her foggy brain and focused on his words. He had a slight accent, much like Darius, but Saad’s was a bit more pronounced.
“Ah, again Kassandra Lil y Delong, it is my pleasure,” said Saad, as he bowed and kissed her outstretched hand.
Kassandra couldn’t help shiver.
Darius immediately edged closer, “Lily?” he whispered. His warm breath on her skin caused goose bumps to jump to attention.
Then he seemed to remember himself. “Saad!” snapped Darius, attempting to move in front of her.
Kassandra had to force herself to pay attention to both gorgeous men, dripping with enough testosterone to make any woman’s head spin. When you through in the exotic surroundings for good measure, she ended up completely overwhelmed.
Just l ooking at Darius had that strange effect on her. And, boy did she hate him for it, too. In fact, she was starting to think of writing up a long list of hates when it came to him. Controlling. Domineering. And too damn masculine. Not that
“Trust me, he’s not a genie,” snapped Darius, trying to gentle his voice at the last minute as he realized Kassandra’s prattle masked how nervous and uncomfortable she felt.
The door opened, show casing one well-dressed man.
With one look, Kassandra took in the tight black leather pants and white open-neck cotton shirt. She looked around, expecting to see a black cape as she took in a Zorro wannabe alive and in the flesh.
“Ahh, Prince, it is a pleasure to have you.”
“Prince?”
Darius ignored Kassandra’s squeak, as she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Bowing his head to acknowledge their presence, Saad dismissed Kassandra as he turned his complete attention to Darius.
“Ahhh, you brought...” there was an audible pause that thickened the very air around them, “a …human. How…er…lovely,” said Saad, making Darius want to kill him.
Instead, he growled a low warning to Saad who gallantly took Kassandra’s limp hand and raised it to his lips.
“Enough, Saad ,” he barked. “I’m assuming you know why we’re here.”
“Of course, do come in. I am Saad, master of this small land dwelling. My house is your house. Please make yourself at home. Fiona here,” he said, as he us hered the two of them inside, “Will take care of your needs, Darius.”
* * * * *
Needs, what needs? Kassandra eyed the petite beauty sashaying towards Darius. She was exotically beautiful, so much so she made Kassandra feel more like a train wreck than an attractive, desirable woman. Then again, sleeping in a car did that to you.
Long, thick black hair fe ll gracefully down the woman’s backside, dark blue eyes with long eyelashes eyed Darius as if he was a yummy chocolate dessert. To top it off she wore an almost see-through sheer dress that left nothing to the imagination. Immediately, Kassandra hated her.
“I’m Kassandra,” she heard herself saying, as she introduced herself to Saad, trying hard to overlook the hur t feeling that welled up in her because Darius couldn’t even bother to make a proper introduction.
It was as if she didn’t matter to him. Not that he mattered to her. After all, if she had her way, she’d be at home, snug in bed and reading...no devouring… the ancient book Darius had stashed under his arm as tight as a bug for safekeeping.
Without a doubt, Kassandra knew that book was her key to freedom. Her sole means of escaping the mad clutches of one so-called Greek warrior. But how? For the umpteenth time that day, she tried recalling what she had done to conjure up Darius from the book. The only thing she could think of was that there must be some connection to the ancient Sumerian symbols and to the Greek symbol for water. She sighed in exasperation. A big load of help that realization was.
Realizing her host was speaking, Kassandra cleared her foggy brain and focused on his words. He had a slight accent, much like Darius, but Saad’s was a bit more pronounced.
“Ah, again Kassandra Lil y Delong, it is my pleasure,” said Saad, as he bowed and kissed her outstretched hand.
Kassandra couldn’t help shiver.
Darius immediately edged closer, “Lily?” he whispered. His warm breath on her skin caused goose bumps to jump to attention.
Then he seemed to remember himself. “Saad!” snapped Darius, attempting to move in front of her.
Kassandra had to force herself to pay attention to both gorgeous men, dripping with enough testosterone to make any woman’s head spin. When you through in the exotic surroundings for good measure, she ended up completely overwhelmed.
Just l ooking at Darius had that strange effect on her. And, boy did she hate him for it, too. In fact, she was starting to think of writing up a long list of hates when it came to him. Controlling. Domineering. And too damn masculine. Not that
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