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a head of state. I see you here, and I know something far more is going on with you. You’re lucky I’m not my father, or the penalty would have involved severe jail time in Abu Dhabi for such an offense. I’m merely asking you to give me a chance before you pass judgement on everything I’m doing. If you’re going to write a piece that you could have written from Washington, DC, without any view of Abu Dhabi, why not let me show you what I have to offer here? Why not actually do your job?”
    “Sure, let’s see if you can convince me that another casino matters to anyone,” she said.
    Suddenly, she was lifted up to sit on the balcony and his lips were on hers. He’d been right about her. She tasted vaguely of scotch still, and he relished that taste, just as he relished the softness of her lips and the perfume she wore. It was so fragrant that it reminded him of a forest full of gardenias.
    His hands roamed lower, even as she pushed her body closer to him. Reaching farther south, he ran his hands over hips he could hold firmly on to and that separated her from his usual fare, from women like Svetlana who were bony in comparison. Part of him wondered why he’d shied away from a woman with curves as glorious as hers, away from the softness of her for so long.
    Amanda moaned beside him, and he could feel her legs wrap around him as she leaned into him. Her own hands were sliding up toward his shoulders, reaching as best as they could for his neck. Her tongue slid into his mouth, plundering his own, and he matched the force of her tongue’s strokes with his own, both of those muscles slipping over each other and fighting for dominance.
    Finally, as if a spell were broken, or, perhaps, as sobriety burst through her actions, Amanda pulled back and looked up at him, the shock clear from her stiff expression to her wide eyes that were as blue as the ocean.
    “I…I never should have done that. I’ve been drinking and…”
    “Oh, I can tell that much, my reporter.”
    “I’m not your anything,” she said, pushing him away, even as her cheeks flushed red. “I’m not property or something for you to play with. I’m just a journalist about this close to being fired and crossing the last lines I have left.”
    There’s a story here. I wonder what else she’s done in her pursuit of the truth, how a ball buster like her ended up in my neck of the woods at all.
    Amir chuckled and brought his hand to the underside of her chin. “You might feel that way now, but still come out with me. Let me show you the true depths of what I do. Hell, I dare you to try fighting the attraction that’s surged between us since the first time you walked into my office.”
    “I’ll come to the gala, but just because I want a well-rounded piece,” she said. “The least I can do on this pathetic beat is get an exclusive.”
    “How generous of you.”
    She licked her lips and looked anywhere but at him. “But if you think that anything like this will happen again, then you’re wrong.”
    Amir could barely suppress his grin. He knew all about body language, had dated so many women that he knew the signs. From her breathy voice to her refusal to look him in the eye, he knew for sure that she was lying to him, but most of all to herself.
    “We’ll see about that.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    “I think I’m in trouble, Margey,” Amanda said, holding the cold rag to her head, gracious for the casino’s decision to decorate every hotel room with blackout curtains.
    When she finally woke up around 10 a.m. that morning, her head had been spinning, her temple throbbing, and her mouth as dry as the desert around her. It was only after she listened over again to her recorder from her coverage of the press conference that everything came flooding back to her—the insults traded back and forth, almost slapping Sheikh Bahan, and then the make-out session. She wanted to believe that all of that was the result of