Amir watched Serena's sedan drive away through the rear window of his vehicle. It had been hard enough not kissing her until they were both breathless with need inside that dance studio. What with the way she had moved with him, the way she had felt in his arms, the fragrance of her hair, her skin, her perfume. If he went after her now, they would end up in his bed, until they had sated their passions, several times.
No. Going after her now would be a mistake, no matter how badly he might want to. He would have to wait.
His brother Zubair called him, on his way back to the office. "How did the dancing go?" he asked Amir.
Amir grunted in response.
"That bad, eh?" Zubair asked.
"No." Amir exhaled, low and slow. "That good," he replied.
"Oh." Zubair chuckled. "Well, at least you only h
