Chapter Nine
Somehow Jordan got back to her room, but she couldn’t exactly recall getting up from the table, or climbing the stairs. It wasn’t that she’d drunk so much that she’d wandered upstairs in an alcoholic haze. In fact, she’d barely had a glass and a half, not enough to make her even tipsy. It wasn’t the wine.
No, it was Hasan.
Granted, it had been a very long time since she’d kissed anyone, let alone done anything more. But Hasan’s kisses — strong, passionate, intense — were so beyond anything she’d experienced before, she didn’t know what to think. And that embrace had come out of nowhere. Nothing in what he’d said to her earlier that day, or how he’d acted around her, had given her any indication that he was consumed with desire and couldn’t hold back any longer.
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