Julia looked at the impeccably made-up Burquati air hostess and decided she could so with a little fortitude. She smiled tightly. “Yes, please.” The woman expertly filled a real crystal flute with champagne, and then passed a glass of what looked like brandy to Kaden, who sat across the aisle of his own private jet. It was dark outside. It would take roughly six hours to get to B’harani, the capital of Al-Omar. They’d been scheduled to leave that afternoon, but Kaden had been held up with business matters—hence their overnight flight. Julia’s brain was already slipping helplessly back into the well-worn groove that it had trod all day. Why had she decided to come? A flush went through her body when she remembered back to that morning, as dawn had been breaking. She’d been exhausted. Kaden had been ruthless and remorseless all night. Each orgasm had felt like another brick dismantled in the wall of her defences. Kaden had hovered over her and asked throatily, “So, will you come to Al-Omar with me?”
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