One Night: Exotic Fantasies. Maisey Yates

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      Her virginity. Except, no he wouldn’t have been asking about that. It wasn’t like she had a neon sign on her forehead that blinked red and said Virgin on it. Unless she did. Maybe he could tell.

      She really hoped he couldn’t tell.

      “Yes, first time on an elephant,” she said drily, aiming for cool humor. She wasn’t sure she made her mark, but it was a valiant effort.

      “Mr. Parsons.” There was a man in white linen pants and a loose white shirt approaching them, his hand raised in greeting. “Ms. Davis, I believe,” he said, stopping in front of her, his dark eyes glittering with warmth.

      “Yes,” Clara said, extending her hand. He bent his head and dropped a kiss on it, smiling, the skin around his eyes wrinkling with the motion.

      “Isra Amudee. Pleasure.” He straightened and shook Zack’s hand. “Very glad you could make it. Especially after what happened.”

      Zack put his arm around Clara’s waist and Clara tried to ignore the jolt of heat that raced through her. “Really, it didn’t take me long to discover it wasn’t a problem. Clara … well, I’ve known her for a long time. I don’t really know how I missed what was right in front of me.”

      Mr. Amudee’s smile widened. “A new wedding in your future, then?”

      Zack stiffened. “Naturally. Actually I’ve already asked.”

      “And she’s accepted?” Amudee looked at her and Clara felt her stomach bottom out.

      Zack tightened his hold on her. “Yes,” she said, her throat sandpaper dry. “Of course.”

      “And you, I bet, will have the good sense to show up. Now, I’ll leave you to the elephants. I have to go and take a walk around the grounds. But I’ll see you later on.”

      Clara watched Amudee walk away and tried to ignore the buzzing in her head as the man who was with the elephants introduced himself in English as Joe. He explained how the ride would work, that the elephant knew the route through the forrest and up to a waterfall, and she wouldn’t deviate from that.

      “They’re trained. Very well. Safe. You’ll be riding Anong.” Joe indicated the elephant who was harnessed up. “And I’ll follow on Mali. Just as a precaution.”

      He tapped Anong on her back leg and she bent low, making it easy for them to climb up onto the seat. Zack went first, then leaned forward and extended his hand, helping her up onto the bench.

      “Seat belts,” he said, raising one eyebrow as he fastened the long leather strap over both of their laps.

      “Comforting,” she said, a tingle of nerves and excitement running through her.

      “Ready?” their guide called to them.

      “I have no idea,” she whispered to Zack.

      “Ready,” Zack said.

      The elephant rose up, the sharp pitch forward and to the left a shock. She lurched to the side and took hold of Zack’s arm while Anong finished getting to her feet, each movement throwing them in a different direction.

      “I think I’m good now,” she whispered, her fingers still wrapped, clawlike around Zack’s arm.

      “Just relax, he said this is a path she takes all the time. New for us, but not new for her.”

      She didn’t actually want to know the answer to the question, but she asked it anyway. “Accustomed to calming the nerves of the inexperienced?”

      “No. I don’t mess around with women who need comforting in the bedroom. That’s not what I’m there for.”

      She felt a heavy blush spread over her cheeks. “I guess not.”

      She was alternately relieved and disappointed by that bit of news. Relieved, because she didn’t really like to think of her friend as some crass seducer of innocents, and she really couldn’t picture him in that role, anyway.

      If he was the big bad wolf, it would be because the woman he was with wanted to play Little Red Riding Hood.

      But it was disappointing, too, because that pushed her even farther outside the box that Zack’s “ideal woman” resided in.

       Ideal bedmate.

      Sure, maybe it was more that than any sort of romantic ideal, but she would like to just fit the requirements for that. Well, really, being the woman he was sleeping with was very far away from what she actually wanted, but it would be a start.

      A wonderful, sexual, amazing start.

      She jerked her thoughts back to the present, not hard to do with the pitch-and-roll gait of the elephant rivaling a storm-tossed boat. It was a smooth, fluid sort of motion, but it was a very big motion, to match the size of the animal.

      It also wasn’t hard to do when she remembered that, as far as their host was concerned, she and Zack were now engaged.

      “A tangled web, isn’t it, Parsons?” she asked.

      “What was I supposed to say?” he countered. “Ah, no, this is just my best friend that I brought along for a roll in the hay.”

      “The truth might have worked. He seems like a nice man.”

      “Look, it’s done. I’m sure his assumption works even more in my favor, in favor of the deal, and that’s all that really matters, right? We know where we stand. It’s not like it changes anything between us.”

      She felt like the air had been knocked out of her. “No. Of course not.”

      They moved through the meadow and down into the trees, onto a well-worn path that took them along a slow-moving river, the banks covered in greenery, bright pink flowers glowing from the dark, lush foliage.

      She tried to keep her focus on the view, but her mind kept wandering back to Zack, to his solid, steady heat, so close to her. It would be easy to just melt into him, to stop fighting so hard for a moment and give in to the need to touch him.

      But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Nothing had changed between them, after all. His words.

      There was a reason she’d never made any sort of attempt to change their relationship from friends to more-than-friends. The biggest one being that she didn’t want to jeopardize the most stable relationship she had, the one closest to it being unable to stomach the thought of being rejected by him.

      Of having him confirm that everything her mother said about her was true. Of having her know, for certain, that a man really wouldn’t want her because she just wasn’t all that pretty. Her mother had made sure she’d known men would still sleep with her, because of course, men would sleep with anyone. But she wasn’t the sort of woman a man would want for a wife. Not the type of woman a man could be proud to take to events.

      Not like her sister. Gorgeous, perfect Lucy who was, in all unfairness, smart and actually quite sweet along with being slender, blonde and generally elegant.

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