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As she reached the foyer, she are of Ian h she were his prey A shiver worked up her spine, part trepidation, part satisfaction Finally, his reserve was faltering If she had known that visiting The Club would bring such a reaction, she would have done so the first week
The ringing of the doorbell had her pausing as she shrugged on the short, thin leather jacket that matched the outfit she wore She watched, curious, as the house butler, Jason, ripped the doorknob and opened the double doors
Courtney felt the immediate tension that filled the room as Ian stepped froed for, and the mysterious, devilishly handsoht" The stranger stepped into the foyer, tall, nearly as tall as Ian’s six feet three inches, his black eyes blazing with lust
Where it had done little to affect her earlier, that look, when paired with the flaaze…she nearly lost the strength in her knees Dear heaven, they had yet to even touch her, but she could feel the need to, the lust racing around them
"Prince Khalid el Hamid Mustafa," the butler announced his presence, his voice an irritating buzz to her side
Courtney turned, surrounded by testosterone, until her gaze met Ian’s What she saw there was nearlyfor his touch She turned back quickly, her lips curving into a smile as she met the Saudi’s wicked look
"Khalid, you weren’t invited up here," Ian sniped rudely as the butler closed the doors behind the other man
"I need an invitation?" Khalid lifted a brow curiously, his gaze trained on her "I wasn’t aware of that And you haven’t introduced ine the anger rising inside Ian now She flicked a glance his way, seeing the stiff set of his shoulders, the flat line of his er, but with arousal
"Courtney Marguerita Mattlaw Prince Khalid el Hamid Mustafa," he introduced them, with no pretense to civility
"Awo his head gracefully to place a dark kiss on the sensitive flesh of her wrist "And awoman as well"
She allowed her expression to shter in his gaze, the quick, hidden glance behind her before those dark eyes seee her way A co-conspirator? It appeared shetrouble was so much more fun when one had help
"Bold?" she questioned him flirtatiously "And ould lead you to such a conclusion?"
"It is not every young woman ould dare breach the walls of a club such as the one Ian heads I would definitely describe such a woman as bold"
"I believe I would use the word…adventurous rather than bold," she amended his description "Bold ienetic" She glanced at Ian once again, wondering if he caught the suggestive iloith lust, and he was proof of it
"Adventurous it is," Khalid agreed "I wondered, as our less than charrace ht? My chauffeur is waiting outside, the limo cozy and warm I believe I could perhaps help relieve the incredible boredo your day, trapped as you are with our less than adventurous Mr Sinclair"
Laughter treh she held it back valiantly She was certain the description of less than adventurous was a grave insult to the man she knew Ian was But it te to push hi there was no attraction, no need flaring between theh her fingers
"What a lovely offer" She sratefully accept, Prince Mustafa"
"Khalid, please" He gri the title to the naitimate prince is not much of a prince at all Especially one who prefers the wicked temptations of the West, rather than his father’s beliefs"
"And so it," she praised his offer of escape in gloords "I’m ready to leave whenever you are"
His hand erously low on her hips, his fingers nearly cupping the curve of her ass as he steered her to the door She allowed theher as she felt Ian’s gaze on her rear
"Courtney" Ian’s voice stopped the slowly, she aze
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