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I want you.”
    His words jolted her, causing a rush of heat to suffuse her breasts. The way they slid off his tongue, deliberate and slow, made her feel what he said and what he meant were very different. It could be a nuance of language, or it could be he knew exactly what he was saying and was making good use of double entendres.
    “All right.” She took a quivering breath. “Since we’re in agreement, I’ll be on my way.”
    “How about we shake on it?” He extended his hand.
    Samirah hesitated. Silly, really, because it was only a hand, but she felt a nervous tremor inside. She looked down at his long, tan fingers as if they were a rattlesnake getting ready to strike.
    “I won’t bite.” Almost immediately, her mind extended his words to, Unless you want me to .
    She placed her hand in his, and he enclosed hers in a warm clasp. There was nothing remotely sexual about a handshake, but she felt his touch to her very core, and when she looked up at him, the heat in his blue eyes made the breath lodge in her throat.
    “Thank you, Mr. Delgado.” She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.
    “Call me Miguel. There’s no need for such formality between neighbors.” A smile touched his sensuous lips.
    “Thank you, Miguel.” She tugged harder this time, and he released her.
    Without another word, Samirah left the way she came, practically fleeing across the yard. She maintained her stride, even though her legs developed a disturbing rubbery texture that made it difficult to walk. She felt his eyes on her the entire time.

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    Miguel watched her walk away and slip back between the boards of the fence. He wanted her. Badly. Holding onto her soft hand, he could hardly think of anything else but dragging her closer and crushing her mouth under his. Was she that soft all over? Did her wild streak translate into the bedroom?
    He was no fool. Despite her refusal to engage him at the bar, he recognized the interest in her eyes. The extra swing she’d added to her hips last night to tease him when she walked away had only served to confirm it.
    He shook his head in an effort to dispel the image of Samirah’s dark, wet skin in the revealing suit, but it didn’t work. The triangular material of the bikini left little to the imagination, not doing a very good job of covering her generous breasts, which overflowed over the top and sides of the barely there material. The thin straps appeared ready to snap, unable to contain their immense package.
    He stared into the pool, remembering her fluid movements in the water. A woman like her would be perfect. They could have a brief affair that ended when she left. No demands for a relationship and no unwanted publicity.
    Miguel made his way back into the house. It might be fun to get to know her better. Maybe it was his lucky day. Maybe fate had served her up on a platter for him after all.

Chapter Four

    Samirah took a quick shower, shampooed her hair, and blow dried it straight. She pulled her hair back and slipped on a tank top and a comfortable pair of jeans before returning to the kitchen.
    From the window, she could see Miguel’s house, and her heart still raced after seeing him again. Although she realized he could have complained about her, somehow she’d managed to dodge that bullet.
    Her brother Adam had gotten her this job, sourcing it through his international placement firm. It had been a lifeline because she’d become upset over the difficulty she’d experienced finding another steady job after she was let go from the hotel. She couldn’t risk giving her brother’s company a bad reputation. He would never forgive her if she did. Hell, she would never forgive herself.
    Samirah returned to the task of cooking dinner and had the pot simmering on the stove when a taxi pulled up outside the gate and her employers descended. Geneva ’s limited mobility had prompted them to hire outside help. Cost had been no object, as Thomas was a retired executive from