TeaseMeinTunisia (2 page)

He didn’t necessarily want a dominant relationship. He’d tried that several years ago and found the responsibility too heavy a burden. No,
Rami
wanted a woman strong enough to stand up for herself, but confident enough to let him take over her body. His wolf DNA demanded nothing less than an equal partner.

Then he wanted
her
to take control of
him
. Allow the dominant male in him to receive pleasure without pain.
To open his senses and explore the very basis of his desire and wallow in it.

Yet how incongruous that it should be this shy-looking female with her tent dress, bulky shoes and hideous bun who sparked every nerve ending in his body.
Even at fifteen feet away his body ached and his cock leaked pre-cum into the cotton of his boxers. If he didn’t get this woman beneath him, stuffed full with him in the next twenty minutes,
Rami
was pretty sure his balls would explode.

With a flick of his tanned wrist he motioned one of the bellhops over. “Find out who that woman is and what room she’s staying in.” A twenty changed hands with the brief clasp of palms. “I’ll be in the bar.”

In less than five minutes the young man appeared at
Rami’s
side.

“She is American. Her name is Daisy Oliver. The 501 Travel Agency is sponsoring her trip.”

Yes, yes, he’d been right. She was definitely his target.

Another meeting of their palms.
This time
Rami’s
hand held the treasure before the bellhop melted into the crowd.

The American part he’d known. Not hard to spot one of those these days. They all looked so eager and impressed with whatever tourist traps surrounded them. He supposed he was as guilty as the rest of his countrymen when it came to gaping at natural wonders.

But thinking about the wonders nature provided automatically turned his thoughts back to her.
Daisy Oliver.
Traveling alone courtesy of 501 Travel, a very chic and well-to-do agency.
He’d heard of them, of course. Anyone who traveled with any regularity knew of 501, the company supposedly named after five hundred and one places to see before you died.

And the 501 Travel Agency had led him here, thanks to Fanny’s insistence that he check on her protégée. Not that the older woman had given him much choice. She’d demanded like she always did and
Rami
, being the consummate Southern gentleman, had graciously given in. He thought he’d entertain the girl with dinner one night, lunch the next and maybe an hour or two sightseeing.

Scenting her had changed everything.
Except he still didn’t know what her responsibilities were for Fanny and the agency.
Hard to worm his way in, to take over her days and nights, until he knew the reason behind the trip.

So what did Ms. Daisy Oliver do for them?
A travel scout?
Rami
dismissed the thought before it finished forming in his mind. Daisy looked nothing like the sleek sophisticates who made their living traveling the globe. Not a photographer, too little luggage.
A writer maybe?
One who’d been sent ahead of the rest to get a feel for the place in order to write it up?

The last made more sense than everything else. She must be a writer. And didn’t every good travel writer need a guide familiar with the local customs, people and the language?
A guide who could protect her from Tunis’ seedier side while also showing her the most romantic spots in the city.

This would be Daisy Oliver’s lucky day.
Rami
Gadi
would be her personal tour guide, show her all the mystery and romance of Tunis. And later after they returned to the hotel he’d guide in her through a much more intimate landscape.

* * * * *

A large balcony outside her room overlooked the cobblestoned street below. Mere feet beyond that rolled the bluest water Daisy had ever seen. Tunis was everything her hurriedly read guide books proclaimed.

Her body, along with the surroundings, felt surreal. She chalked it up to the Dramamine she’d taken to prevent airsickness. Never in her life had Daisy felt so uninhibited and free. Her nipples ached beneath the thick cotton bra and her white, serviceable underwear felt damp from her unexpected desire. The erotic semi-reality of her dreams still lingered with her.

All in all, she liked the feeling. Too bad no man was around to take advantage of her newly freed libido. Maybe they had a showerhead capable of easing her almost painful need.

Leaving the French doors open, Daisy crossed the plush blue carpet. On the large dining table sat a gift basket filled to the brim with everything a single sexual woman could desire.

Three bottles of wine, one crystal glass assorted boxes of flavored, ribbed and colored condoms along with feathers of varying shapes and sizes were all ready to be put to use. Along with cinnamon-flavored massage lotion and a variety of selected toppings—caramel, chocolate, strawberry and numerous others.

As much as Daisy wanted to find a hunky local to experiment on her luck had never been that good.
She’d settle for a long bath, one bottle of wine and the hand-held shower massager.

She’d just slipped out of her clothes when a brisk knock had her jolting upright. Daisy grabbed her new red silk robe, a
bon voyage
present from Dora, and peeked through the hotel door’s peephole.

A demigod stood on the other side and her naked thighs became wetter at the sight of him. Wouldn’t he be the perfect person to have a vacation fling with? Too bad men like him never looked at women like her.

He stood at least six foot two with thick black hair and jet black eyes. His shoulders strained the thin cotton of his shirt. To her everlasting disappointment, however, the rest of his body was hidden by the stupid door. Wow! Maybe the gods of lust had finally given in to her pleas and sent her a man-toy.

Feeling brave, stupid and horny Daisy tightened the belt on her robe and cracked the door open.

“May I help you?” It came out a squeak as the rest of his body hit her twenty-twenty vision. Oh, heaven save her, she already had several ideas of ways she’d like to help him.

Trim waist and long, muscled legs encased in jeans, and a…whoa!
A really enormous bulge shoving out from between those legs.

“My name is
Rami
Gadi
.” His low, husky voice came out tinged with amusement as her gaze traveled up and down his body. “Fanny sent me to check on you. I wanted to ask if you’d be interested in a guided tour of the area. So you’d have someone to show you the local sights and flavors.”

Color flared in her cheeks. The man knew she’d been checking him out through the door and now he’d busted her lusting after his package. Where was a good lightning bolt when you needed one?

And where the hell had Fanny met a
hottie
like this?

“Um, I’m not sure.” She hesitated, fidgeting from one foot to the other. “I just arrived and haven’t had a chance to make any plans yet. The ladies said to keep things open so I could explore without a schedule.”

He smiled at her, his white teeth flashing against his tanned skin. “I understand you might be hesitant to let a strange man in your room. However you can call down to the front desk and they’ll vouch for me. I’m a frequent guest here and they’ve known me for years. Plus, I have Fanny’s number programmed in my cell phone if you want to call her as well.”

Don’t do it,
the good girl Daisy whispered in her ear.
You don’t know this man from Adam. He could be a serial killer, rapist alien. He could probably fuck me within an inch of my life and leave me begging for more.

Like the chances of an alien serial killer targeting her were so good.
As likely as him wanting to fuck her senseless.
Those things just didn’t happen to her. She didn’t want to contemplate the low probability of
Rami
wanting his cock anywhere near her body.

As for the rape?
Hell if her underwear got any wetter she’d be leaving a damp spot on the carpet.

Ha, with her luck the man just wanted to make a few extra bucks showing an obviously lonely woman around.

Besides he knew Fanny.
Had her cell number on his phone and everything.
Fanny wouldn’t send some weird flesh-eating, wife-beater after her. Daisy trusted her friends.

Taking a chance for the first time in her life, she closed the door, unhooked the chain and swung her arm out. “Please come in. I’m Daisy Oliver.”

Their hands met and a tsunami of desire flashed through her body. Daisy quickly pulled her hand away before she made a bigger fool of herself by jumping his body and begging for sex.

His grin caught her at the knees and she held on to the doorknob for dear life. The man was lethal, but not in a creepy, freaky serial killer kind of way. One flash of his pearly whites and females would be dropping like flies to his every wish.

“This is your first time in Tunis?” he asked, prowling around the room. His long legs took him to the open balcony doors that he promptly shut.
Strange.
Plus he looked to be constantly sniffing the air. “Need to keep these
closed
except if you’re sitting out there. Tunis is a relaxed city, but it still has its criminal element.”

Fiddling with the silk belt of her robe, Daisy watched him closely. His long denim-encased legs ate up the floor and shrank the room around her. “It’s my first time anywhere, really.” Did that make her sound like a hick? “I’ll make sure the doors are closed from now on. Thank you.”

Standing there doing nothing made her feel like an idiot. She had no idea what to say around a man like this. Ideas were spouting in her head left and right, but she doubted the good Mr.
Gadi
would appreciate having his clothes ripped off with her teeth. Spotting the wine and glass she’d left on the table, Daisy tried to look casual as she walked over to the basket. Her knees practically knocked under the thin silk material of her robe.

The red wine poured smoothly, her hand steady with no hint of the shaking going on inside her body. Taking a large swallow of the liquid Daisy prayed for courage.
The courage and gumption to proposition this devastatingly handsome man who had appeared like an answer to her naughtiest dream.
And who knew? Maybe this really was just another dream, like all the others she’d been having in recent months.

Daisy didn’t care. She wanted this man more than she could ever remember wanting anything.
To hell with being a good girl and following the rules.
Look where that had gotten her…nowhere.

When he turned to look at her with a silent question in his eyes, Daisy mentally kicked
herself
. He’d been talking and she’d been too busy fantasizing about his body and listing all the reasons she had a right to jump him like a teenage groupie in heat.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?”

“I’d asked if you wanted to grab a drink, but I see you’ve already got that covered.” He nodded to the drink in her hand.

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks once more. “I’d offer you some, but I’m afraid the basket only came with one glass.”

“Not a problem.” He strode across the room, gently took the crystal from her hand, and turned the glass so he drank from the same spot her lips had touched. The simple erotic action made her moan. She couldn’t help it. Too much desire, too little sleep and no sex in over six years would do that do a woman.

“I’m sorry.” She dropped her gaze. “I shouldn’t have done that. You’re being really nice to offer yourself as tour guide, but I don’t think it would be a good idea.”

Black eyes stared back her, defiance sparking their dark depths. “And why is that, Daisy?”

She opened her mouth, shocked by the words that poured out. “I want to have sex with you. I think it might complicate things if I’m too busy drooling over you to pay attention to the sights. Plus you know Fanny and dying of mortification would be kind of hard to explain.”

Could this possibly get any worse? Automatically her hands whipped up and covered her fire-red cheeks. Why had she said that? She never propositioned men. She was the quintessential good girl. As only her vibrator could attest. She never, ever said things like that. Without looking at
Rami
, Daisy turned on her heel, grabbed the bottle and backed away.

“Thanks for everything. Please just go.” She turned away to hide her still-burgeoning embarrassment.

Two large warm palms caught her shoulders. “If you think I’m walking away after that statement you’re crazy.”

“But I want to have sex with you,” she protested, not sure
Rami
understood the problem and still humiliated that the words had just rolled out of her mouth. God, she was only making everything worse.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, I get that. Then it’s a good thing I want to have sex with you too, isn’t it?”

“Oh, boy.”
Daisy still couldn’t turn to face him. Instead she lifted the bottle and chugged down as much wine as her mouth would hold. She swallowed before attempting to speak again. “You don’t know me. Things like this never happen to me. They only happen in “Dear Editor” letters in men’s magazines.”

Warm laughter tickled her ear. “Oh, I can promise this will definitely be a “Dear Editor” event, but I prefer to keep it between us.”

“Umm, okay.”

His touch was spinning her into an alternate reality. As long as he kept his hands on her Daisy would agree to pretty much anything. If it involved him being naked, then she’d be happy to sign her life away.