mouth in encouragement while his fingers played tantalizingly with the thin straps that were holding up her

dress. 'And have the world and his wife witness your strip show?' she mocked referring to the fact that they were standing in front of a sheet ofwell lit glass through which anyone with reasonable eyesight from Battersea to Westminster would be able to see what they were doing. His solution to that was to reach over her shoulder. A moment later heavy gold silk brocaded curtains came swishing across the glass, smoothly closing down her options so she had nothing left but a straight choice between demanding he feed her stomach or feed her desire. Evie would have had to be really stupid not to know what his preference was since it was pushing so prominently against the tingling wall ofher stomach, but she also knew he was going to leave the final choice to her. He knew she was angry with him for keeping her waiting. He knew that if he tried to make love to her now without her say-so she was likely to start spitting all kinds of accusations at him about the way he used her. He also knew that, starving for food or not, in the end she would not be able to resist his seduction. For her own body was also showing the signs of a craving it had never been able to suppress in his vicinity. 'You are so arrogant,' she complained in a last-ditch attempt to hold on to some pride. He just grinned, all flashing white teeth and puremale confidence. 'Say it,' he prompted, 'or I shall call for Asim to bring the car round.' On a driven groan of angry frustration, her hands came up between their bodies and took hold of two fistfuls of his blue outer robe. She used it to tug his mouth back to her own. But she punished him by sinking her teeth into his lower lip before she gave him her complete surrender by fusing her hungry body to his. An hour later Evie came out of a thoroughly satiated daze to find Raschid lying beside her in an indolent sprawl of naked limbs. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly parted, his breathing a steady rise and fall of a smooth dark gold breastplate liberally smattered with crisp black body hair. Evie smiled to herself, enjoying the opportunity to lie here like this simply feasting herself on him while he didn't know she was doing it. In fact, looking at a naked and sleepy Raschid had to be one of the best pastimes she had ever experienced. He had a way of lying there that she found unbearably sexy. Arrogant in his nakedness, conceited about his own beauty, so uninhibited in his presentation of his silky dark self that if an army of reporters had suddenly burst into this room he wouldn't have dreamed of covering himself up! 'I need food,' she announced. 'Pick up the phone and call Asim,' he advised, refusing to lift himself out of his satiated stupor. On a sigh Evie levered herself up on an elbow thenstretched across him for the telephone. Her hair, so carefully worked into a sleekly sophisticated pleat not long ago, was now hanging in a curtain of silk that trailed across his cheek as she talked to his personal servant. 'Just a cold sandwich will do,' she was saying when Raschid's hand came up, reaching for the trailing hair to gently comb it behind her ear.'No. He will eat what I choose to order since he kept me waiting so long,' she said, glancing down to send Raschid a defiant smile. 'And I may just die, Asim, if I have to wait until you cook me something,' she concluded before replacing the phone. Those liquid eyes were look