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don’t value these things the way we do. You care more about what the man who brings the water feels.”
    “I told you who my sister was,” Laine pointed out. “I don’t have a noble lineage to recite, or anything.”
    “And your father? Your mother?”
    Laine opened her water and took a long drink. “Americans talk about their families with people they know and trust. It’s separate for us. But if you really need to know, my dad lives upstate.”
    “Ah.” Aziz leaned forward, trailing his fingers along Laine’s cheek. “Americans like to separate things out, so they can pretend that one feeling goes here, and another here.” His fingers moved slowly down her neck. “But everything is connected to emotion.”
    Laine’s eyes flickered to where the other couple had been sitting, but they’d disappeared.
    “You cannot cut your life up and put it into separate boxes, even if you believe it would be more convenient to do so,” he whispered breathily, leaning in close to her.
    “I can try!” Laine argued.
    Aziz looked surprised and then laughed. “Maybe that’s why I like you American women so much—you make us work for the things we desire the most!”
    “Is that what you really desire the most ?” Laine took the hand that had been hovering around her collarbone and looked Aziz in the eye as she moved it away.
    He seemed about to laugh again, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He somehow had closed the distance between the two of them, and he was practically on top of her now. He could do what he wanted with her out here. He could scoop her up and have his way with her, right here on the sofa. No one was watching. But he didn’t make a move, just stared at her intently, waiting.
    “What do you desire most, Aziz?” Laine asked. She let go of his hand and leaned back onto her palms, waiting for his answer. The low cut of her dress and the movement caused her chest to give a small bounce, and of course, this was exactly where Aziz’s eyes had fallen.
    “Laine, I am not entirely certain who is seducing whom here,” Aziz said.
    “No? I’m hardly the practiced playboy here.”
    “Maybe you simply have an innate skill,” Aziz suggested. “Maybe it is just me who is caught so fast by your allure…though it is unlikely.”
    He placed his hand on her thigh. His touch was light, but Laine tensed anyway in anticipation. She listened to his breathing for a moment, and when he moved to take his hand away, sensing her discomfort, she put her hand over his. His brows rose. His hand moved slowly up her thigh. The gauzy material of her dress slid up with it, and Laine shuddered.
    She gently touched his cheek and gave him a kiss. His hand stilled, squeezing the top of her thigh as he returned the kiss eagerly. With his other hand cradling the back of her head, Aziz deepened the kiss, and his hand sneaked ever higher. Laine began to squirm, and her heart raced.
    “Not here,” she murmured, pulling away quickly.
    Aziz looked down, his eyes unfocused and his brows deeply furrowed. “Of course.”
    He stood abruptly, took a few steps, and then turned to look at Laine. He shook his head and walked over to the fountain.
    “I’m sorry,” Laine said.
    “I don’t know what you are apologizing for.” Aziz ran his hands through his hair. “You excite much passion in me, but the duty to contain it should be mine.”
    Laine rose and started walking toward him. Aziz kicked off his shoes, and Laine stared for a moment. Then he climbed up on the edge of the fountain.
    “What are you doing?!” Laine laughed.
    “Cooling off!” Aziz held his arms out and fell backwards into the fountain.

Chapter Four
    Until Aziz hit the water, Laine felt as though time had stopped; she simply couldn’t believe what was happening. But back he fell into the fountain, wearing a suit that had to cost several thousands of dollars.
    She shocked back to life with the sound of the splash and darted to the side of the fountain. It looked deep,