The Sheik's Secret Twins by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

blatantly erotic there was nothing Siri could do but kiss him back.  Her clip board fell to the floor, forgotten as her hands gripped the lapels of his perfectly tailored charcoal suit.  His hands, which had been holding both sides of her face, moved down to pull her against him, to show her that he was just as affected by the kiss as she was. 
    By the time he lifted his head, Siri was clinging to him, her mind a jumble and her voice whimpering with need she’d thought was pushed out of her life at his departure four years ago . 
    As he looked down at her, his eyes smiling into her stunned ones, he kissed her cheek and her ear, before pulling back once again to look at her .  “I’ve missed you, Siri,” he said softly , his hands roaming over her back and sending shivers of anticipation all over her body .  No one knew how to touch a woman, how to touch her, like Malik. He knew all of her secrets, all the places on her body that sent excitement and desire zinging through her system and he used all of that knowledge to his benefit now. 
    Siri pulled back just far enough, then with all of her might, she swung out, smacking him hard on his cheek.  Her hand stung from the impact and she could see the red imprint of her hand on his cheek but was unaware of the tears streaming down her cheeks.  “Get out!” she growled.  “I never want to see you again!”
    She tried to take a deep breath to calm down, but her body’s betrayal had only made her angrier.  “I can’t believe you would do something like that after so many years and after what you did!”
    He started to say something but she picked up her clipboard and shook her head. “Get out of my office, get out of my warehouse and get out of my life!”  She swung around and was just about to leave her office when he grabbed her arm, swinging her around and pushing her against the wall by the door to her office.  “I deserved the slap.  I know that and I’m sorry for the pain I caused you in the past.  But I can explain,” he said, his voice rough and yet still soft, gently soothing. 
    She tried to jerk away, but no matter how soft his voice, his hands were steel around her waist.  “Don’t touch me!” she snapped and tried to look away when his finger came up and touched her cheek, tenderly wiping away the tears on her flushed cheek . 
    “I’ll leave now, but we’re going to talk.  After that kiss we just shared , you know there’s something still between us and we can make this work.  You just have to let it.   You’re angry now and I deserve it all, and probably a lot more.  But we can work through this and make things better. ”
    “You can just…” she started to say something, but shook her head and took a deep breath.  “You’re not going to get to me,” she said with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances.  “You left four years ago, you can just leave again.” 
    With that, she turned around and headed down the office hallway, uncaring of where she was going as long as it was the opposite direction from him.  She wanted to be as far away from him as she could get, but the warehouse offices weren’t very large. 
    She walked to the kitchen and looked out the front window, seeing the long, elegant limousine parked out front.  She swallowed painfully since the car reminded her of the times he’d picked her up in those long ago.  Why hadn’t she looked into him more carefully?  Why had she just let things go, happy to be with him and not asking any questions?  She wasn’t stupid, she should have asked questions, been curious at least.  She’d never asked any questions about his past, about his family.  He’d never offered and she hadn’t wanted to pry into issues he didn’t offer information about. 
    Looking back, she should have demanded answers to things that didn’t make sense.  She should have refused to enter into an intimate relationship with a man she didn’t fully know.  But at the