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speak only the truth, which is that you are like an Egyptian goddess.” He indicated the dance floor. “Would you care to dance with me?”
“I would be honoured.”
He took her hand and led her toward the half a dozen couples swaying in time to the music. She walked past Heath, not looking up at him. Concentrate , she told herself. She was here to make a purchase—that was all. She had to forget about the handsome archaeologist and what had happened beneath the reindeer furs.
They reached the wooden dance floor and Sayed turned her to face him, sliding his right hand around her. His warm palm rested slightly lower than she would have liked on her hip, but hey, whatever closed the deal.
They began to move with the music. He was an elegant man, and many eyes in the room were on the two of them at that moment—including Heath’s. A touch mischievously, she pressed herself closer to Sayed, looking up into his eyes.
His dark orbs studied hers. “It has been a while.”
“Too long, Sayed.”
“Yes.” His hand slid half an inch lower onto her butt. “You never called me.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You never called me either.”
“You told me not to.”
“Do you always do what you’re told?”
He smiled lazily. “No.”
He was very handsome, in a harsh, slightly scary sort of way. Although not much taller than her, his jet black hair, swarthy skin and dark eyes gave him an imposing, rather daunting presence. Her heart pounded, and not in a good way, as she remembered the last time they’d met over two years before when she was chasing down some artefact he owned. She’d led him on a little, flirted and promised more, although she’d left once he gave in and sold her the item. But she was determined to act as if that had been a mistake. If Heath’s eyes hadn’t been burning into the back of her head, she might have kissed him.
“You know why I’m here,” she said.
“The Bastet figurine.”
“That’s right.”
His thumb stroked the hand he was holding. “I may have it.”
“I know you have it. Your men found it last week in the dig at Hierakonpolis.”
He smiled. “You have good sources. Why do you want it so much?”
“The British Museum has a new Egyptian exhibit opening and they want a special display on cats.”
“It is my very favourite artefact.”
“Oh, Sayed, I doubt you’ve looked at it twice since it was discovered.”
He shrugged. “You want it, therefore I want it too.”
She looked him directly in the eye. “What price are you asking?”
He stroked her hand again. “What are you willing to pay?”
“Everything is on the table, Sayed.” Jeez, she had to stop doing this. She was turning into a floozy.
He smiled at her, glancing over at where Alexander was standing with Heath. “Are you sure about that? I have a feeling there are two gentlemen who would not be happy with you offering yourself so freely.”
Her cheeks grew hot with indignation. “My personal life is no business of either of them.”
The Egyptian surveyed the New Zealander coolly. “Who is he?”
She glanced over at where Heath stood sipping his champagne, one hand in his trouser pocket. His gaze had been glued to her, but now he met Sayed’s hard stare. “Dr Heath Roberts. A regular Indiana Jones if ever I saw one.”
“Like you?”
She grinned at that. “I guess.”
Sayed tore his eyes away from Heath’s frown and looked back at her. His hand slid ever so slowly down, onto her butt cheek, and he pulled her close enough to him so their hips touched. “Let us talk payment again. I find myself interested in making a deal.”
He only wanted her because Heath wanted her. It stung a little, but she shrugged it off. The artefact was all that mattered. “Let me think about what I can offer you…”
Chapter 9
Heath finished off his champagne and twirled the narrow glass in his fingers. He studied Cat’s slim form on the dance floor. He’d known she’d be there, of course. He’d
“I would be honoured.”
He took her hand and led her toward the half a dozen couples swaying in time to the music. She walked past Heath, not looking up at him. Concentrate , she told herself. She was here to make a purchase—that was all. She had to forget about the handsome archaeologist and what had happened beneath the reindeer furs.
They reached the wooden dance floor and Sayed turned her to face him, sliding his right hand around her. His warm palm rested slightly lower than she would have liked on her hip, but hey, whatever closed the deal.
They began to move with the music. He was an elegant man, and many eyes in the room were on the two of them at that moment—including Heath’s. A touch mischievously, she pressed herself closer to Sayed, looking up into his eyes.
His dark orbs studied hers. “It has been a while.”
“Too long, Sayed.”
“Yes.” His hand slid half an inch lower onto her butt. “You never called me.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You never called me either.”
“You told me not to.”
“Do you always do what you’re told?”
He smiled lazily. “No.”
He was very handsome, in a harsh, slightly scary sort of way. Although not much taller than her, his jet black hair, swarthy skin and dark eyes gave him an imposing, rather daunting presence. Her heart pounded, and not in a good way, as she remembered the last time they’d met over two years before when she was chasing down some artefact he owned. She’d led him on a little, flirted and promised more, although she’d left once he gave in and sold her the item. But she was determined to act as if that had been a mistake. If Heath’s eyes hadn’t been burning into the back of her head, she might have kissed him.
“You know why I’m here,” she said.
“The Bastet figurine.”
“That’s right.”
His thumb stroked the hand he was holding. “I may have it.”
“I know you have it. Your men found it last week in the dig at Hierakonpolis.”
He smiled. “You have good sources. Why do you want it so much?”
“The British Museum has a new Egyptian exhibit opening and they want a special display on cats.”
“It is my very favourite artefact.”
“Oh, Sayed, I doubt you’ve looked at it twice since it was discovered.”
He shrugged. “You want it, therefore I want it too.”
She looked him directly in the eye. “What price are you asking?”
He stroked her hand again. “What are you willing to pay?”
“Everything is on the table, Sayed.” Jeez, she had to stop doing this. She was turning into a floozy.
He smiled at her, glancing over at where Alexander was standing with Heath. “Are you sure about that? I have a feeling there are two gentlemen who would not be happy with you offering yourself so freely.”
Her cheeks grew hot with indignation. “My personal life is no business of either of them.”
The Egyptian surveyed the New Zealander coolly. “Who is he?”
She glanced over at where Heath stood sipping his champagne, one hand in his trouser pocket. His gaze had been glued to her, but now he met Sayed’s hard stare. “Dr Heath Roberts. A regular Indiana Jones if ever I saw one.”
“Like you?”
She grinned at that. “I guess.”
Sayed tore his eyes away from Heath’s frown and looked back at her. His hand slid ever so slowly down, onto her butt cheek, and he pulled her close enough to him so their hips touched. “Let us talk payment again. I find myself interested in making a deal.”
He only wanted her because Heath wanted her. It stung a little, but she shrugged it off. The artefact was all that mattered. “Let me think about what I can offer you…”
Chapter 9
Heath finished off his champagne and twirled the narrow glass in his fingers. He studied Cat’s slim form on the dance floor. He’d known she’d be there, of course. He’d
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