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off her knee. She jumped back and squealed, cursing the wrench that she now remembered she’d shoved back in the cupboard, without checking it was properly secure.
    Ivan darted over to help as she grabbed her knee and hopped on one leg, groaning in pain. He put his arms around her. “Come here, Samira. Oh bless you – you’re gonna have a bruise there.”
    He pulled her into his strong arms and she sunk into his bare chest, biting back the tears of pain. But the zigzagging agony in her foot was a small price to pay for this treat of receiving comfort from the sexiest man she’d ever met. 
    “Alright?” he asked.
    Samira nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’ll live.”
    He eased back and gazed into her eyes. “Come and sit down.”
    He draped his arm around her and she limped over to the chair where he’d been sitting. Her body was trembling, but possibly not from the shock of being attacked by the wrench. This man was incredible. She sat down and her heart squeezed with joy as Ivan sunk to his knees and rubbed her foot in his big strong hands – tenderly soothing away the pain.
    He glanced up and smiled into her eyes. “Better?”
    Samira grinned, realising Ivan was kind and considerate as well as gorgeous. He attentively rubbed the part of her foot where the wrench had landed, then he gently massaged the sole, sending tingles of soothing arousal up her leg and between her thighs.
    She smirked coyly. “The wrench banged my knee, too.”
    Ivan laughed. He knelt up and ran his hands over her knee, brushing his long fingers over her thigh, and making her shudder with lust.
    “Your skin’s so soft,” he whispered, focusing all his attention onto her thigh.
    She glanced at the table, hoping for a distraction – otherwise she feared she’d melt into a pool of desire. She gestured to his laptop. “Don’t you ever stop working? You’re as bad as my cousin.”
    He stopped caressing her leg. “We’ve got some special visitors coming tomorrow. I was just doing some last-minute planning.” He stood and pulled out a chair then sat down with her. “Your knee okay now?”
    She grinned. “Yeah, your magic touch has healed it – thank you.”
    He laughed. “Good.”
    He reached out and held her hand as if they’d known each other years. “Look, don’t take this as weird, okay, but you captivate me.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. I was sitting here trying to work, but all I could think of was you.”
    She squirmed with desire. “Well… thank you.”
    He inspected her. “You know what I see when I look at you, Samira?”
    She shrugged self-consciously. “A sexy girl?”
    He chuckled. “Well, yeah. You’re a strong woman who’s been through a lot. A fighter – like me. But under all that, I see you for what you are.”
    She scoffed. “Oh really? And what’s that?”
    “Someone who’s been hurt and who’s afraid she’ll get hurt again. Someone who’s determined to keep the world out, in case it gets too painful. So instead you keep your head down, work hard, and avoid connecting with men in any meaningful way. Am I right?”
    She stared at him, aghast. All those things he’d just said… it was as if he could see inside her soul; like he could really see her – the real her; for what she really was. Until now, she’d always felt invisible, but suddenly Ivan Quinlan knew her. And it felt wonderful; liberating.
    She gazed into his sincere eyes and she suddenly understood. He knew these things because he was the same. She laughed. “Have you been reading my diary, Ivan?”
    He laughed too. “Nah. Just mine. I’m right, though, huh? There’s no one special in your life right now?”
    She shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m young. Sex is an act of rebellion for us Iranians. I’m enjoying myself.”
    “Nothing wrong with that. Sex is fun. But isn’t it better when it’s special? When you give yourself over to someone; give them a little piece of you. And they give you a piece of