Page 9 of Act of Passion

Edee raced over to Brooke and cast an approving look at Boomer. “Mmm, you wear black verywell.”

He grinned. “Thanks.”

She pointed to the men. “What is going on with the A-Team of hotnessthere?”

“Asshat in the white pimp suit called your friend a whore. My friend is about to tear his throat out,” replied Boomer as if that sort of thing happeneddaily.

Edee’s jaw set. “Someone called you a whore? Ohmygod, you’ve neverbeenwith a guy. You’re a friggin’ virgin! That is about as far from a whore as you canget.”

Brooke’s cheeks heated. “You didn’t need to announce that to the entire lobby full ofpeople.”

Edee grinned. “I know, but I think that one there, with the great ass, liked hearing it.” She motioned to Malik, who was staring over his shoulder at Brooke with a hunger in his dark eyes that made her belly feel as if hundreds of butterflies were fluttering about init.

Brooke’s cheeks heatedmore.

Edee laughed. “Oh honey, if I beg, will you please take that man to bed for a night of hot, crazy, unapologetic sex? This trip is supposed to be life changing. I’d say that would completelyqualify.”

Boomer coughed in an attempt to hide the choking sound that had come fromhim.

Edee looked at him. “You’re not bad. Keep standing this close to me and I’ll be takingyouto bed. Then we could trade eyeliner tips. And you should know, I have a thing for men inleather.”

His eyes widened and he took a giant step back from her. “I think you might be too much woman for me there,Red.”

Edee shrugged. “Not the first guy to saythat.”

Striker turned partially. “Och, there is no such thing as too much woman forme. I’ll gladly spend the night rocking yer world, lass. And I think my arse is way better than Malik’s. I love to bed redheads, though I’m nae much into wearing leather. Chafes myballs.”

Brooke cringed. That was way more information than she needed toknow.

Her friend licked her lower lip. “There are creams for that youknow.”

Striker raked his gaze over her slowly. “Aye. You offering to rub yer cream on myballs?”

Brookegroaned.

Edee did not need any encouragement, and from what Brooke could tell, Striker might be Edee’s malecounterpart.

Edee shook her head. “You’re sexy, but you know it. Pass. Besides, I did not come all the way to Egypt for a Scottish guy. I came for a prince or something. They have princes here, don’t they? Regardless, I’m guessing you’re all talk and nogame.”

Striker waggled his brows. “I sense a challenge there,lass.”

“Uh, not to interrupt the talk of creaming chafed balls,” said Duke, sounding gruff. “But Malik is about to rip a guy’s arm off. Maybe we should pull our focushere?”

Brooke gasped as she realized the man wasright.

Malik still had one of the men’s fists in his hand while his other hand was on the man’s throat. The man was still on his knees in front ofMalik.

Malik spoke to Mr. Rings in what she strongly suspected wasArabic.

All of Malik’s friends shared a look that said they more than understood theexchange.

Duke ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair. “Did Malik just warn the man to avoid even looking athiswoman?”

Hiswoman?

“Aye,” Striker said with a curt nod. “Cannae fault him. The lass is bonnie indeed. So is the redhead. Think they’ll want to get naked and in a Jacuzzi with me? I’m all in for a hot-chick layereddessert.”

Malik snarled and set his sights on hisfriend.

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