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“Eventually, possibly,” he smirked and put the knife down. He reached for the bottle to drink down some more of his toxin. And he kept staring at her. She heard the howl of the wind against the windows in the kitchen. She glanced over to the branches smacking against the pane. The weather was getting worse and he wanted to play games?

“What are we going to do? It’s freezing outside. What if...?”

The lights flickered on again. She looked up to the fixtures before they blinked off once more.

“Will they come back on?”

“What if they don’t?” he replied.

“Are you drunk?” she sneered.

“Are you?” he chuckled.

She crossed her arms in front of her. That ended the peep show of her breasts that she unknowingly gave him. “Where is your man? Where are he and Daniel? You said he would be here.”

“He’ll be here,” Tarek said with a smile and set the bottle down again. “You can trust me.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“What about that kiss? It tasted like trust.”

“I told you not to kiss me, again.”

“Right, but what about it? Nice wasn’t it?” he smiled. “Like before.”

“Before was a mistake,” she said.

“No. It was your move. Now this one is mine.”

She frowned. “You are drunk.”

“And you’re beautiful. That’s your weapon right? Tease me, get into my head.”

“If you can’t trust me, if you never trusted me, why take me to Alaska? Why let me meet that Russian terrorist? Why any of this?”

“I don’t know. I just can’t put a name to it.”

He stood only a foot away from her. If he reached out to touch her, she was his. She pressed her backside against the counter and couldn’t disappear. She knew the look from him was pure lust. The longer she stared into his eyes the more her own desires surfaced.

“It’s not going to happen.”

He chuckled. “It’ll happen.”

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