The only way to catch up with him would be to sprint. She didn’t. He wanted to keep the distance between them. She let him keep it. All the way to his bedroom. He strode through the open double doors, disappeared inside. A smile trembled on her lips as she stopped across the threshold. Why not let him wonder for a bit? But it was she who couldn’t last. She was dying to have him. She entered the antechamber, swerved into the room…and gaped. Haidar was reclining at the dark emerald damask couch by the balcony doors, legs stretched out on it, his jacket discarded, his shirt partially undone. And he was reading a book. He didn’t raise his head from his apparent engrossment as she approached him. He let her come within touching distance before he slowly, and without moving a thing, swept his gaze up to her. “Anything I can do for you?”
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