but occasionally someone forgot, and he never bothered correcting them. The only time he had was years ago. Dawn’s roommate…
The girl with the golden eyes. Strange that he should have remembered her after so long a time. Stranger still that he should have done so tonight.
“…and ninety-eight cents.”
He blinked, focused his eyes on Amanda Benning. She hadn’t moved an inch. She was still standing in front of him, chin lifted, eyes flashing. He felt a momentary pity that she was what she was. A woman as beautiful, as fiery as this, would be a true gift, especially in a man’s bed.
“Did you hear me, Lord Rashid?” Amanda folded her arms, tapped her foot. “You owe me $620.98. That includes the film.”
One dark, arched brow lifted. It made him look even more insolent. She was boring him, she thought, and fought back a tremor of rage.
“I beg your pardon?”
“The camera.” She marched past him, plucked her purse from the floor, dug inside it and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper. “The receipt. From Picture Perfect, on Madison Avenue.”
She held it out. Nick looked at it but didn’t touch it.
“An excellent place to buy electronic devices, or so I’ve been told.”
“I want my money.”
“What for?”
“I just told you. For the camera you destroyed.”
“Ah. That.”
“Yes. Yes, ‘Ah, that.’ You owe me six hundred and—”
Nick reached for the phone. “Abdul?” he said, never taking his eyes from her, “come to my rooms, please. Yes, now.” He put the telephone down, leaned back against the wall and tucked his hands into his trouser pockets. “Your escort is on the way, Miss Benning. Abdul will escort you down to the curb where the trash is usually left.”
Enough was enough. Amanda’s composure dissolved in a burst of temper. She gave a shriek and flew at him, but Nick caught her shoulders, held her at arm’s length.
“You rat,” she said, her breath hitching. “You—you skunk! You horrible, hideous savage—”
“What did you call me?”
“You heard me. You’re a skunk. A rat. A—”
“A savage.” He swung her around, pinned her to the wall. The memory, so long repressed, burst free. “Damn you,” he growled. “You’re Dawn’s roommate.”
“Her immoral, American roommate,” Amanda said, and showed her teeth. “How brilliant of you to have finally figured it out. But then, I never expected a baboon to have much of a brain.”
The door swung open. Dawn al Rashid stepped into the room. She stared at her shirtless brother, her red-faced best friend, and swallowed hard.
“Isn’t that nice?” she said carefully. “I see that you two have already met.”
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