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and brought it to his lips, which he brushed across the top of her knuckles ever so gently. His eyes met hers and darkened. In that moment, she sensed something familiar about him. That was impossible. They'd never met before. She fought to slow her pulse and tried to ignore the sensation his kiss left on her skin.
    “ Señorita , I hope you'll allow me to call you Kayla. It's a most beautiful name.” His deep voice wrapped around her and caressed, causing bumps to skip across her skin. At the moment, she'd allow him to call her anything.
    Kayla smiled. “I'd best change so we can go.”
    He released her hand. She backed away, turned and headed directly to the master suite at the back of the house. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and tried to catch her breath. She looked down and noted her hands shook along with her knees. Her skin tingled like it had been kissed by the sun and for once in her life she was warm.
    “Okay, Kayla, center yourself. You're about to spend the morning with the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on.” She hurried across the room and grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. Scrolling to Nikki’s number she sent a quick text of thanks to her friend with a promise to follow up later.
    She moved back to the other side and grabbed a pair of shorts from the dresser. Slipping her leg through the opening, she couldn't help the visions of him still racing in her head. Eyes so blue, they reminded her of a tropical lagoon. Then there was his body. Good god almighty, what a body. If it looked that good in jeans and a polo shirt, she could only imagine what he might be like nude.
    “Christ, I need to stop before I spontaneously combust.” She snapped the shorts, pulled on a T-shirt and ran a brush over her hair. She checked her reflection in the mirror. “This will have to do. It's not like you're going on a date, Kayla.”

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Armand watched in amazement as the girl known as Kayla fled the room. He'd met many beautiful women in his time, but this one had managed to do something not even he could.
    Stoke the embers that were his Jinn.
    When their fingers had touched, he felt a stir but wrote it off to his imagination. However, when he'd brushed his lips across her hand there had been no doubt. The Jinn long buried deep within him tried to roar to life. Was it simply a coincidence? There seemed to be something magical about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He would, though. His fingers, his tongue. He vowed as he stood in her small kitchen that he would take her in every room of the house. He would fill the small villa with her screams of pleasure and she would beg him for more. If such brief contact did this, then he could only hope fucking her might break his curse. He leaned against the counter and watched for her return. Why though? What was special about her? He searched his memories for anything that might fill in the gaps, but he had nothing.
    He inhaled. The scent of strawberries filtered through his senses, stirring his cock. He licked his lips and couldn't help but wonder if she would taste as sweet as his favorite fruit.
    Within minutes, the seductive female returned dressed in a pair of shorts and a yellow tee. His gaze moved directly to her breasts, noting how the fabric clung to the rounded mounds and accented them. Did she realize her nipples poked through the thin material and begged him to suckle one into his mouth?
    Doubtful.
    “I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long,” she asked, flashing a sexy smile. Good gods, the woman was testing his restraint. He needed to keep his cool and remind himself he was the seducer, not the other way around.
    “Not at all. Shall we?”
    “Yes. I'm looking forward to a stroll.” She walked toward the door, but he arrived before her to open it.
    “Allow me.”
    “Thank you.” Kayla crossed the threshold to the outside while he closed the door behind him and double-checked the lock. Crime