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He had been stroking her fingers, but now he stopped. Orla could feel the heat they were both generating pressing in on them, wrapping them in an invisible cloak of sensual longing."Rakesh will have brought our dinner.""Then we’d better go and eat it."Simple words, and yet the messages their other senses were exchanging went far deeper and were far more intimate.Dusk was stealing the light and the heat from the gardens, cloaking them in soft shadows. Orla didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed when Arni didn’t pause to kiss her as he guided her to the steps that led up to his private quarters and took her into a traditionally styled salon with low-lying divans drawn up around a table. Jewel-coloured glass lamps illuminated the room in rich reds and ambers, and scented smoke perfumed the air. The strains of soft music echoed softly through the scented darkness, brushing against Orla’s senses like a physical touch. This was foreplay, Kama Sutra-style, and already she was
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Arni had been right. As the days had turned into weeks and the weeks into months—three of them, to be exact—there had been many wonderful times. There had been night after night during which she had thought she had climbed the heights, only to discover those heights had been mere foothills of pleasure.Orla admitted she was a very eager student—his pleasure was hers, and hers was his.There had been nights when they had lain on the divans and Arni had shown her the beautifully illustrated plates in the ancient copy of the Kama Sutra he had told her he had bought as a young man in a bazaar. It had originally been the property of a maharaja whose library had been sold, he had explained to her, and was of immense cultural and financial value.He had read the text to her, his voice sensually soft and erotic as he stroked the words as delicately as he stroked her skin. Uncertainly at first, but then with growing confidence, Orla studied the illustrated plates whilst Arni encouraged her to
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He no longer read the Kama Sutra to her because now they had created their own personal repertoire of intimate pleasures—pleasures she had taken eagerly and adapted inventively to her own needs and to his, making them special and personal by the way she had put her own mark on them.And on him?Arni frowned. His thoughts were fast-tracking down a route that was becoming all too familiar. No commitment, he had said, and he had meant it. He still meant it.His car was waiting for him. He preferred to drive himself. He removed his suit jacket, throwing it into the back of the car along with his laptop and his case.He had seen Nihal whilst he had been in Mumbai, and the art director was pressuring him to set up an interview with Orla. The advertising was booked for the launch of the development, and he had seen the photographs of the interiors and understood why the agency he had hired to market the development had been so enthusiastic about its success.Orla had excelled in his remit an
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She just hoped that her potential client kept their appointment, Orla thought as she walked through the entrance of the expensive and very exclusive boutique hotel suggested by the client as a meeting place. Far too exclusive and discreet to have anything as commercial as a foyer, its entrance hall was more like the entrance to a private home.An elegantly dressed woman wearing what Orla suspected might be Chanel greeted her and suggested that she might like to wait in a private sitting room, overlooking their equally private garden.The hotel had been designed by a very well-known design team and showed all their hallmark touches. Orla was impressed and envious.It had been six weeks since she had left India, and each one of them had felt like its own special version of hell.Things had to get better. She had to get better. And she had to get over Arni. She had to stop loving him and wanting him. She had to."Hello, Orla."Arni! She stood up, and then had to sit down again as her leg
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She’s dead now. She died when I was twelve. Like mother, like daughter—that’s what the great-aunt who took me in after her death used to say to me. It’s what people think, isn’t it? I feared at one stage that I could grow up to be like her myself. She often said to me herself that I wouldStill silence."You’re shocked, of course. and disgusted. People are—it’s only natural. What kind of responsible parent would want their child to play with a child whose mother sold her body to buy drugs? Certainly the parents of the children I was at school with didn’t, and who could blame them? And what kind of man would want to take the risk of having a relationship with a woman whose mother had sex with men for money? You won’t want me now, Arni. I know that. You have a responsibility, after all, to your name and to your position.’Was that why you stayed a virgin? Because of your mother?’His question surprised her into looking at him. The silver-grey gaze was filled with something that looked c
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New story alert!!!TITLE: Claimed by the Greek LordKassandra Jeno collapsed onto the plastic chair behind her small desk, her knees buckling out from under her. The red stamp spelling out "REJECTED" on the application form blurred in front of her eyes. Her heart squeezed painfully as she fingered the flat sketches on her drawing board, the possibility of seeing her creation take form now evaporating like a puff of smoke.Sweat ran down her back, the slow whir of the ceiling fan scraping against her nerves. She ran her cramped fingers over her neck, feeling the muscles tighten with tension.Mrs. Petru, the buying manager for a retail store, had given Kassandra only two months to create her first collection, and all Kassandra had now were flat sketches. And as she had to do everything herself instead of contacting a factory like she did for the fashion house, every minute was important.The most important of those being the funds she requires to source raw materials, There were a hundr
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Kassandra clutched the leather seat of the taxi, holding onto it like a lifeline, the curious glances the cabbie threw her way doing nothing to propel her out.She took a deep breath and looked out the dirty window. The marina was busy, and a few of the yachts moored there were highlighted by the setting sun. But even amidst the loud luxury, one yacht stood out, its gleaming white exterior splendid in the setting sun's light.She took the bills out of her gold-lined clutch and handed them over. This was it.She didn’t let herself think. She didn’t let herself even look around over the next few minutes. Keeping her shoulders straight and her head held high, she reached the security personnel guarding the planked entrance. Except for the glimpse of recognition in his gaze, the six-footer didn’t budge a muscle.Kassandra raised an eyebrow haughtily, the gesture taking everything she had.Yes, she had spent the past five years working as an apprentice in a mid-level fashion house, away fr
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She pulled herself up and kissed her companion’s smooth, almost boyish jaw and whispered "sorry."It wasn’t the poor guy’s fault that he had no knowledge of who she was, or he wouldn’t have dared to touch her. He would have sidled away from her, treating her like a pariah as the rest of the crowd had done once Kal had walked by, his gray gaze devouring her with unhurried interest. Once they had all realized she was Kassandra Jeno Timandros, prisoner and possession of Darian Timandros, she was not to be looked at or even spoken to, especially by another man.Because Tobias, her one friend who hadn’t turned away from her, who had tried to contact her even after Rhode’s death and her marriage, had ended up in jail on some trumped-up charges Darian and that equally arrogant Kal had fabricated out of thin air.The depth of her hatred for Darian left her shaking uncontrollably.A steel band wound around her waist and jerked her away from the stranger. Maybe he was even a teenager, she thoug
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