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to snap at him. He did not respond to her. He studied her silently. “Working late?” Sara asked. She
caught his gaze and felt uncomfortable. She slowly inched for the door. He didn't respond to her as he
felt like she was asking an obvious question. Sara placed her hands on her hips.
“Why is it you can never answer me or even act polite towards me?” Sara asked him. She couldn't
ignore it anymore. He always felt the need to be that way towards her and she had not done anything
to him. On top of that, she was tired and had enough of his attitude towards her.
Tariq raised his eyebrows as he regarded her. He was not expecting her to question him nor did she
have the right to. “I am not obligated to do either,” he said. His voice was now deeper.
“I never did anything to offend you.”
She has full lips, Tariq thought to himself. He had never noticed them before. It did not matter anyway
he thought. “Your persona is offensive,” he said to her.
“Excuse me?”
“Who walks around barefoot?”
Sara frowned. You're the one with an ugly persona, she told herself. She looked away. She was in the
middle of arguing with him and his chest was distracting her. From the little glimpse she got, she
could tell that he was very toned. The bulk of his muscles were always showing in the clothes he
wore. And how was it he had time to work out when he was always working?
“You do not act like a lady should,” Tariq added.
“I am good at my job and that's all you should be concerned about,” Sara shot back.
“For England, perhaps. But this is Saudi Arabia and you work for the Botros.”
“Because you're so freaking special,” Sara mumbled under her breath as she headed for the door. If
she stayed in there any longer, she would say things that she would regret. She liked Amir and
respected him enough not to disrespect his brother. She got the shock of her life when Tariq grabbed
her arm and pulled her back.
“What did you say?” he demanded. He had pulled her close to him and she was now standing inches
from him. She was shocked at how he pulled her so easily as if she weighed nothing.
“Being a little bit more polite and less judgemental to others will not harm you,” Sara said. She was
not going to let him intimidate her. She was going to stand her ground. His gaze had grown darker and
more intense. He stared at her and she stared back. She was not going to look away first.
“You think you can speak to me any way you wish to?”
“Unhand me.”
“If I don't?”
Exactly, what will I do if he does not let go off me?
“Try it and find out.” An empty threat. There was nothing she could do. He called her bluff. He did
not let go. Instead, he pulled her even closer to him. Sara landed between his legs and her hands
landed on his chest. His face was now inches away from his. Wow, he smells good. Why is it she
hadn’t noticed his cologne before? It was intoxicating on him.
“Time to make good on your threat,” he said to her.
“Please let go,” she whispered. She knew that she needed to get out of there. Something unexpected
was happening and she wasn’t prepared.
Tariq let go of her arm but Sara didn’t move. She felt paralysed. She so badly wanted to flee from the
room but her legs failed her. Tariq wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Her whole body was now flush against his. Both her palms rested on his rock hard chest. He planted
a kiss on her lips. It took her by surprise.
He gently kissed her and she did not stop him. Her mind went blank. She could not think about
anything. As she gasped, he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss. Sara
wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His hands stroked her back. He broke the
kiss. Sara was breathing hard and still had her eyes closed.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“What are you?” he asked the question back.
He pressed a feather-light kiss on her neck, which sent ripples of sensation all over her body. She let
out a soft moan as she shuddered against him. He continued to kiss her neck as Sara rubbed his back
and dug her nails into his flesh. Before she knew it, her skirt was on the floor and Tariq was
caressing and squeezing her bottom. She did not like this man but her senses had left her. She should
put a stop to it, but he was doing things to her insides that she’d only ever read about.
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Julia Thompson sat at the bar and watched the crowded dance floor, once again trying to find her best friend, Tonya, amidst the masses
of writhing bodies. She pushed her glasses up on her nose, and her brown hair off her forehead, fanning herself to move the air around.
It was Friday night and they were supposed to be celebrating Julia having won the coveted exchange position in her company. Every
year, three employees from the American-based mining company traded placed with three employees from the Russian-based mining
company. Prior to this year, all of the exchange positions had been filled with men, but Julia had proven that she could hold her own in the
financial world. Much to her counter-part’s dismay, she had been given the chance to fill the position for the upcoming year. She would
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