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    Samira wanted to glance away from his eyes, but she couldn’t. “I do find it hard to give myself over. To give my heart and soul. Sex has become… automatic. Emotionless maybe.”
    “I know. I’m the same.” He shook his head. “What are we like?”
    She chuckled. “Both as bad as each other.” She didn’t know what it was about him that made her trust him so much, but she was compelled to tell him the truth about why she’d left her home. “Of course, you know, this would never be allowed in Iran.”
    “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
    “You and me being alone together in a house like this.”
    He frowned. His deep masculine voice echoed through her heart. “Why?”
    “Because it’s too much of a temptation. They don’t like people to enjoy each other sexually in my country.”
    He gave her hand a tender squeeze. “That sure is a shame.”
    “Yeah. It’s the shame of it that brought me to America. I was arrested for being alone with a boy in his home when I was seventeen.”
    “Arrested? Are you serious?”
    She nodded. The light flirty mood had now slipped away. She pulled her hand away from his, suddenly feeling ridiculous. “He was my friend from school. His parents were out for the night, so I went over to study with him. Admittedly, we did kiss, but nothing else. His parents came back early and his mother called the police, saying there was a prostitute in her house.”
    “You were accused of being a prostitute?”
    “Yeah. Just for being in his home. The police came and dragged me away – and I do mean ‘dragged’. I was terrified. My uncle who I’ve lived with since I was a child came to the police station to collect me, and the police were so rude to him, calling me a whore and telling him he should take more care of me. I realised I needed to get out of that country, so I opened up communication with Tariq. My uncle and aunt were happy for me to leave, knowing that if I was to stay in Iran, I’d probably end up going the same way as my dear parents.”
    Ivan’s kind eyes were full of compassion. “What happened to your parents?”
    “They were executed as enemies of the state when I was a little girl. They were Communists.”
    Samira swallowed down her emotion. She didn’t dare continue to talk about this at the moment. She knew she needed to, and Ivan seemed keen to hear it, but sometimes the pain overwhelmed her so much that she thought she’d be torn apart. She stifled her sadness and chuckled wearily. “And you know what happened to the boy? The one whose mother had me arrested?”
    He shook his head, obviously expecting to hear something terrible.
    “A round of cheers from his friends.”
    “Oh…”
    “Yeah. It’s the double standards I hate more than anything. This is why I love American equality. I’m a human being, just the same as any man. It’s my business what I do with my body, not the government’s.”
    “I agree. I don’t understand this obsession with men not wanting women to enjoy their own bodies. I mean, why the hell would God give you a clit and a G-spot if he didn’t want you to enjoy it?”
    Samira blushed at the thought of Ivan fondling her clit and G-spot. She hoped she’d be lucky enough to experience his expertise at some point over the next couple of weeks.
    He gazed at her like a big brother. “Hey, you want me to take a look at your shower?”
    “Alright, thanks.” She raised a playful eyebrow. “But only because I hurt my knee. Otherwise I’d do it myself.”
    He smirked. “I know. You’re an independent woman and can do things for yourself. But sometimes, isn’t it nice to have a helping hand? Huh?”
    Samira knew exactly what he meant by that – and it wasn’t about fixing her shower – so she stood on shaking legs and sashayed back to her bedroom, feeling him follow up the stairs. She knew he could see her ass under her nightdress, and she was tempted to lift it up and give him a proper look, but instead she showed him