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it meant to be loved.
    Piper groaned. It wouldn’t be love with whichever of the al Mussad brothers she chose as her first lover; she knew that. But they could share affection and pleasure. She’d had so little of either in her life. Why not?
    She sighed, wondering just what she’d say.
    Hey, guys, I’m a virgin. Didn’t do it for religious reasons or because my hymen is terribly important to me. Just kind of got busy. I didn’t put it into my day planner, so whoops. Who wants to help me get rid of my V card?
    Yep. That was sexy. Not.
    Johnny’s words came back to her like an old voicemail she kept forgetting to erase. You’re just not hot, Piper. You’ll make someone a good wife someday, but I just don’t want to fuck you. I should want to fuck my wife, right? You need to find someone with lower standards.
    If that jerk hadn’t wanted to sleep with her, was she seriously fooling herself that either of the two ungodly gorgeous men out there would want to? Maybe they were just being playful. And polite. She didn’t understand their customs. Maybe their behavior was the norm in Bezakistan.
    With a sigh, Piper exited the bathroom. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she peeked in the bedroom. She stopped in her tracks. That was a bedroom?
    An enormous bed dominated the spacious room. Lush and gorgeously draped with silk and satin in shades of taupe, cream, and soft blue, this place was something straight out of a romantic movie. That bed wasn’t meant for a peaceful night’s slumber. It was meant for feats of athleticism. And maybe with more than two people.
    She shook her head. Sex had definitely overtaken her brain.
    Piper stepped out of her shoes, reveling in the plush carpet beneath her feet. Someone had laid a pretty white negligee across the champagne-colored duvet. The garment was her size. A silky eye mask sat on the nightstand, along with a small bag of her toiletries. Tooth brush, toothpaste, a moisturizer that hadn’t been bought at the drugstore on clearance. She touched the beautifully constructed bottle. Designer. No doubt, the product was the top of the line.
    The al Mussads knew how to take care of their charge. They would know how to take care of a woman, too. She just had to choose one and enjoy.
    “Do you like it? Kade picked it out for you. He might not care about your office attire, but he certainly likes selecting lingerie.” Rafe stood in the doorway, leaning his strong body against the portal. He’d loosened his tie and a bit of sun-kissed throat peeked through. His midnight black hair was slightly messy, making him look less like a prince and more like an everyday man. Almost approachable, even. She longed to touch his hair to see if it was as soft and lush as it looked. Rafe kept his hair ruthlessly short and under control, so she appreciated this look at the moment. Kade’s was longer, brushing his earlobes, but always looked soft.
    She was alone with Rafe. He had kissed her first. Maybe…
    Her heart rate tripled as she met his stare. “It’s beautiful. In fact, everything you’ve bought for me is. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”
    He stepped forward, invading her space. “Do not concern yourself with repayment. Would you wish to insult me? I enjoy giving you nice things.”
    “Thank you,” she said softly. “I want you to know I appreciate them.”
    “I am glad.” Rafe smiled faintly. “Piper, Kade and I would like to talk to you.”
    She didn’t want to talk just now. He stood so close. The last thing she wanted was another kindly lecture on what to expect in Bezakistan. And though she loved the fact that Rafe could talk about books and culture with her, she didn’t want an intellectual discussion. She rose up on her toes, her lips meeting his for a long moment. Gosh, his lips were sinfully soft.
    “Piper?” He pulled back slightly, his expression somewhere between concerned and confused.
    She moved forward, her body softening against his. Without the