style="font-size:15px;"> ‘Do not turn around,’ he instructed, ‘and do not respond.’
‘Fair enough,’ Gigi replied, suddenly uncertain as to what was going on, and very aware that they were holding hands.
He glared down at her. ‘I cannot believe you gave them your name.’
Gigi blinked, her thoughts still on their linked hands. ‘Why wouldn’t I?’ Then the other shoe dropped. ‘Oh, crap.’
He eyed her and Gigi frowned. ‘What? You think I did it on purpose?’
‘Nyet,’ he shot back. ‘I think you did it the same way you appear to do everything, Gigi—without a firm grasp on the reality of the situation.’
She firmed her mouth. He was referring to her accusations earlier. Accusations she still hadn’t apologised for.
Someone else called out, ‘Barbare!’
Gigi shuddered at the viciousness of it. ‘What is wrong with people?’
‘Your cabaret has become a catalyst for public opinion, as you well know, and I’m newsworthy.’
Gigi hadn’t been aware that public opinion could be this scary. She yelped as flashes went off in her face and instinctively turned away. Khaled tugged her into the shelter of his body.
‘Paparazzi’ was the only word she understood in the short volley of Russian invective he released. Although her ability to concentrate was somewhat impaired by being pressed up against him. He was incredibly hard and big and honed, and she was inhaling him like an addict. His scent was the faint spice of aftershave, the musk of his skin and fresh male sweat. It was a heady combination and, given his hand had settled solidly at the base of her spine, she guessed he wanted her to stay where she was.
As suddenly as they’d arrived the photographers were gone, but neither of them shifted.
He was making her very much aware that she was a woman.
‘We need to move,’ he informed her, his breath brushing her cheek, but he didn’t.
Was he feeling it too? Gigi became excessively conscious of the hard muscles of his thighs against hers and how well their bodies fitted together. Warmth began to pool in her loins, her nipples tightened, and all of a sudden she became aware that she wasn’t the only one with a problem.
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