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‘Why did you come here this evening, really?’

Charlotte swallowed. Her skin felt tight and hot and her mouth was dry. Her heart was beating like a trapped bird against her chest. ‘Just as I told you… I wanted to make sure you knew that I don’t…don’t have romantic notions.’

The wind screeched outside. Salim’s eyes were like two blue flames. ‘Believe me, the last thing you inspire is feelings of romance. You inspire much earthier things. Dark and decadent things.’

There was still a couple of feet between them but Charlotte felt as if Salim was touching her. The push and pull inside her was torture. For a second she almost took a step towards him, giving in to the inexorable pull.

Before she could lose her mind completely, she blurted out, ‘I’m going back to my tent.’

She turned abruptly and blindly felt for the opening of the tent. Panic mounted, and then she heard Salim’s voice.

‘We’re in the middle of a storm. The tent has been secured for our safety.’

Charlotte almost couldn’t articulate the words, but she forced them out. ‘So, what does that mean..?’

An unmistakable glint of something wicked in Salim’s eyes replaced any hint of innocence on his handsome face. ‘It means, Charlotte, that you’ll have to spend the night here.’