Pyramids and Promises (Omega Mu Alpha Brothers Book 2) by Kimberly Loth Page B
Authors: Kimberly Loth
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his face and leave things so horribly between them.
Just like that, his expression changed. He hovered in the doorway, his eyes dancing with light. “Are you sure you want to ask me that? You may have been out of the dating pool for a while, but I imagine you still know what happens when you invite sexy men into your apartment.”
Jessica put her hand on the door handle and leaned a little closer to him.
“You think you’re sexy?”
He waved his hand in front of his body. “Please. You know you want this.”
“Go home, Conner.” She laughed and started to shut the door. She had no problems shutting him out now that he was back to his flirty self.
“Wait,” he said and stopped the door with his hand. The lean muscles of his arm flexed, and she shivered involuntarily. What must it feel like to be wrapped up tight against him?
“What?” she snapped more than she meant too. Flirty and laughing was good. Great even. She wanted him to feel as good about the time they spent together as she did, but didn’t want to end up in a puddle on the floor herself.
“Why don’t we get dinner tomorrow night, and you can tell me how your first day on the job went.” He stared at her hopefully.
She thought for a second. It would be nice to get out for the evening. “Okay. I’ll be home around six, I think.”
His face lit up. “Great. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”
I t was a stupid risk. But after his weekend with Jessica, he had to see Nour. He parked outside the twenty-story building in downtown Cairo and waited for Nour to appear. She’d be leaving to pick up her two-year-old son. He needed to see her face. To see if Jessica really looked like her or if he was just imagining things.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the building with a bright pink scarf wrapped around what he knew was gorgeous blonde hair. A sigh escaped him when he saw her. He was glad she hadn’t decided to wear the niqab, which covered her from head to toe, like most of her family. Her husband was at least liberal enough to let her choose. Actually, he knew Mahmoud quite well. Conner suspected that if Nour wanted it, Mahmoud would allow her to go uncovered. But Nour’s father would probably beat her to death if she decided to do that.
She crossed the street. The preschool was only a few yards from the apartment building. He was right. Her face was exactly the same as Jessica’s. They had to be related. That was the only explanation. She smiled as she talked to the fruit vendor across the street. Though her eyes didn’t light up the way Jessica’s did, nor did her smile seem as genuine. He wondered what made her so sad. Was it the life she’d chosen? Did she think about Conner the way he thought about her?
This had definitely been a bad idea. He desperately wanted to go to her and ask her what was wrong, then do whatever he had to do fix it. But he couldn’t do that. It would risk the fragile agreement they already had. He thought about what day it was. April twenty-first. Exactly two months and nine days until he could see her, hold her again.
It was the one night a year her husband went to stay with his parents in Upper Egypt for his father’s birthday. Nour would leave her kids with her parents and tell them she was going to stay with girlfriends, and they would meet at the Marriott. He paid the front desk a lot of money to not ask her any questions about her identity when she picked up the key. They’d spend one glorious night locked up in the hotel room, and she’d leave the next morning. Conner would mourn for a few days and then yearn for her for the rest of the year.
Nour disappeared into the preschool, and Conner started his car. He couldn’t risk her seeing him. If she thought he was coming around, she might cut him off, and he couldn’t have that. He needed her. Even if it was only once a year.
Conner wasn’t sure why he brought flowers again. He grabbed them at the last minute. Jessica was a mystery to
Just like that, his expression changed. He hovered in the doorway, his eyes dancing with light. “Are you sure you want to ask me that? You may have been out of the dating pool for a while, but I imagine you still know what happens when you invite sexy men into your apartment.”
Jessica put her hand on the door handle and leaned a little closer to him.
“You think you’re sexy?”
He waved his hand in front of his body. “Please. You know you want this.”
“Go home, Conner.” She laughed and started to shut the door. She had no problems shutting him out now that he was back to his flirty self.
“Wait,” he said and stopped the door with his hand. The lean muscles of his arm flexed, and she shivered involuntarily. What must it feel like to be wrapped up tight against him?
“What?” she snapped more than she meant too. Flirty and laughing was good. Great even. She wanted him to feel as good about the time they spent together as she did, but didn’t want to end up in a puddle on the floor herself.
“Why don’t we get dinner tomorrow night, and you can tell me how your first day on the job went.” He stared at her hopefully.
She thought for a second. It would be nice to get out for the evening. “Okay. I’ll be home around six, I think.”
His face lit up. “Great. I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.”
I t was a stupid risk. But after his weekend with Jessica, he had to see Nour. He parked outside the twenty-story building in downtown Cairo and waited for Nour to appear. She’d be leaving to pick up her two-year-old son. He needed to see her face. To see if Jessica really looked like her or if he was just imagining things.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the building with a bright pink scarf wrapped around what he knew was gorgeous blonde hair. A sigh escaped him when he saw her. He was glad she hadn’t decided to wear the niqab, which covered her from head to toe, like most of her family. Her husband was at least liberal enough to let her choose. Actually, he knew Mahmoud quite well. Conner suspected that if Nour wanted it, Mahmoud would allow her to go uncovered. But Nour’s father would probably beat her to death if she decided to do that.
She crossed the street. The preschool was only a few yards from the apartment building. He was right. Her face was exactly the same as Jessica’s. They had to be related. That was the only explanation. She smiled as she talked to the fruit vendor across the street. Though her eyes didn’t light up the way Jessica’s did, nor did her smile seem as genuine. He wondered what made her so sad. Was it the life she’d chosen? Did she think about Conner the way he thought about her?
This had definitely been a bad idea. He desperately wanted to go to her and ask her what was wrong, then do whatever he had to do fix it. But he couldn’t do that. It would risk the fragile agreement they already had. He thought about what day it was. April twenty-first. Exactly two months and nine days until he could see her, hold her again.
It was the one night a year her husband went to stay with his parents in Upper Egypt for his father’s birthday. Nour would leave her kids with her parents and tell them she was going to stay with girlfriends, and they would meet at the Marriott. He paid the front desk a lot of money to not ask her any questions about her identity when she picked up the key. They’d spend one glorious night locked up in the hotel room, and she’d leave the next morning. Conner would mourn for a few days and then yearn for her for the rest of the year.
Nour disappeared into the preschool, and Conner started his car. He couldn’t risk her seeing him. If she thought he was coming around, she might cut him off, and he couldn’t have that. He needed her. Even if it was only once a year.
Conner wasn’t sure why he brought flowers again. He grabbed them at the last minute. Jessica was a mystery to
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