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she ran
into any of those girls again. “You shouldn’t have-“
She started to say but he shut her up with a forkful.
    “Where have you been
tonight exactly? And don’t tell me frolicking.” He
reached out and felt the coiling damp tendrils of her ebony hair.
“Have you been doing things you're not supposed to?"
    Aziza swallowed. "No
laird, I have not.” His accusation bit her stomach and robbed
her of her precious appetite. A bounty of food like the one before
her she would not likely see for a while and she couldn’t even
make use of it. “You can believe me when I tell you that I
have neither the time nor the inclination to do what I am not
supposed to. So if you’re asking me in a roundabout way have I
been traipsing in your wretched forbidden woods, I have not.”
    Jamie’s eyes danced
playfully. “You just said you were frolicking. So are you
sure about that?”
    Aziza’s nerves were
completely raw so she let him have it. “Why don’t just
come out and ask me who I’ve been fucking?"
    The entire party stopped dead.
Jamie yanked her up from the table, sauntering in the woods with her
in tow. She felt like a kite behind him. She took air trying to
keep up with him. She was going to catch it, she knew it.
    "What did I do?”
    Jamie did an about face and
pulled her into him. “Have you been fucking someone, Aziza? Do
you forget who you belong to?”
    “It seems you’re the
one who had a hard time remembering since I have never even met you
until yesterday-“ Aziza stumbled over her own misstep. She had
meant to say this morning. She just as much as admitted she had been
at the ceremony from the night before.
    “Yesterday?” he
dared her.
    Aziza could hardly speak. “I
meant this morning.”
    “Are you sure about that?”
    “As sure as I am your
woman was standing right behind you when you led me into the woods.”
    “I don’t take
reminders,” he began, closing in on her, their chemistry
smoldering.
    “No?” Aziza heard
herself bellow. “Not from slaves? Not from black slaves?”
    “You are awfully bold,
mistress even when you try to change the subject.”
    “I am not your mistress.”
    “Not yet,” he raised
his eyebrow.
    “You will have to catch me
first.”
    He gripped her hand tightly.
“That was easy enough. Now let remind you that when you are in
mixed company you do not talk about your work.”
    “ My work?”
Aziza was genuinely lost. “I run a Scottish household. But I
am clear. Bread baking and pig shit, out.”
    “You’re getting
smarter and smarter. I’m about to blister your sweet ass. I
was talking about ‘fucking,’” he said bluntly.
“Your life before you came here. Don’t use those words
in public.”
    “No one told me.
Apparently no one told Andrew Gregor-“
    He shook her mercilessly. “Have
you been fucking Andrew Gregor? Tell me now. How far has it gone?”
    “What does it matter, I am
a harem girl.”
    “I just need to know how
slowly he dies.”
    “No,” she denied
through heavy sobs. “As much as I hate that man, I never did
anything with anyone. Anyone ever. He just says that word outside.
He and his stupid wife. Always...asking me if I ...” Aziza got
hold of herself and pushed him away. “As for before I came
here, I lounged on silk for all of a week before I was handed off.
And before that I lived in my father and mother’s house and
they thought it was a great honor to be chosen. Though I never got a
chance.”
    “A chance to what?”
    “The sultan gave me away
before I even met him. So I am not haraam and I am not a whore. And
I have never f-”
    Before she could say it again,
Jamie clamped down on her mouth. “Don’t say it again or
I’ll fetch lye to wash out your mouth."
    "Why not just use your
tongue again?" she said coldly.
    Jamie’s voice was stone.
"You remember who you're speaking to. And that goes especially
in front of others. And you are my woman. Am I clear?"
    “Completely clear. Public
acts but private words