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evening.”
    Furious, Cat opened her mouth to tell him to get lost, but Sayed was already nodding politely, and he released her hand and stepped back to let the Kiwi take his place. “We will speak further shortly,” the Egyptian told her, dipping his head in a short bow before walking away.
    Cat watched him go and then turned her angry gaze back to Heath, who placed his right hand very properly on her waist, his left grasping hers firmly. He began to guide her around the dance floor, seemingly unaware of the fact that she was speechless with rage. He looked absolutely gorgeous in his black suit and tie and crisp white shirt, his silver hair shining in the light from the chandeliers. Damn him .
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped.
    He grinned. “You’re welcome.”
    “I did not need to be rescued!”
    “Oh, I beg to differ. Grabbing your arse in the middle of a crowded ballroom is not appropriate behaviour.”
    “You’d have done the same thing if he hadn’t done it first,” she scoffed.
    “Are you amazed at my restraint?”
    “Not really. The way you’re looking down the front of my dress kind of overrides any admiration I might have had.”
    “Oh come on, I’m three inches taller than you even when you’re wearing heels. How can I not look down your cleavage?”
    “You could try.”
    He smiled. “I think you’ve tried hard to put yourself on display tonight. I’m sure you’d be very disappointed if every man you met wasn’t looking down your front or admiring your butt in that extremely tight dress, especially as you obviously aren’t wearing any underwear.”
    She flushed. “How dare you judge me!”
    “I wasn’t judging—I was making an observation.”
    She glared at him. What was it with this man? How was he able to wheedle his way beneath her carefully erected screen?
    He was a very smooth dancer, his warm hand on her waist guiding her around the small dance floor. His comment back in the Ice Hotel, why don’t you let me lead? suddenly sprang into her mind, and her lips curved in spite of herself.
    “That’s better,” he said.
    She sighed. “You’ve probably ruined the deal I was going to make. I guess you’re going to swoop in now and get the figurine for yourself.”
    “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be selling to me any time soon,” he said wryly. “My cleavage isn’t as impressive as yours.”
    “So why did you do interrupt our dance?”
    “Isn’t it obvious?” His warm gaze brought heat to her cheeks.
    She looked away across the ballroom, not answering. She didn’t want this intimacy. It was exactly the kind of thing she tried to avoid. She’d been so stupid to go to bed with him. Now he thought he meant something special to her.
    He moved a little closer, ostensibly to avoid another couple, but when they’d passed, he kept his hand in the middle of her back. His lips almost, but not quite, brushed her temple. Gosh, he was tall.
    “Are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself in Sweden?” he murmured.
    Trust him to be ungentlemanly and bring that up. “I hate to damage your fragile ego, but I faked it, okay?”
    His eyes met hers, amused. “Both times?”
    Her cheeks grew hot again, and he laughed. She lifted her chin. “Absolutely.”
    He smiled. They were really quite close now, close enough for her to feel the warmth from his body.
    Something was puzzling her. “Heath?”
    “Hmm?” He was almost—but not quite—nuzzling her ear. In public! In Egypt! Thank goodness this was a classy hotel with lots of westerners present or she could see him being frog-marched out of the room by security guards for inappropriate PDAs.
    She shivered. “Why aren’t you angry with me? For taking the necklace, I mean.”
    “I am. I’m furious, can’t you tell?”
    She glared at him. “Stop looking at me like that.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like I’m covered in melted cheese and you want to lick it all off.”
    He raised a dubious eyebrow.