One Hot Desert Night

He pushed off the wall and approached her, leaving a scant few inches between them when he stopped. Then without warning, he reached out and pushed a tendril of hair from her cheek. “I find you very captivating, Sunny McAdams, and I hope I have the pleasure of speaking with you at length again.”

“That’s definitely a possibility,” she said then hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “But if I don’t get some rest, the next time you see me I might be babbling like a mad woman.”

He smiled again. A fully formed smile that lessened the intensity in his eyes, but not his appeal. Not in the least. “Should you require assistance during the night, I am residing in the room next to yours.”

That fact certainly wouldn’t do a darn thing for her insomnia. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“That would be my pleasure.”

The way he’d said pleasure—in a deep, sensual tone—prompted some fairly sexual images in Sunny’s muddled mind. And long after she left Rayad to settle into bed, she allowed them to fully form—only to have horrendous memories interrupt the welcome bliss.

She wondered if she would ever move past her fears and resume a normal life. If she would ever forget the harrowing experience. If she would ever be able to trust a man again.

For some reason, she truly wanted to trust Rayad Rostam, but she wasn’t certain she could.

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