“Morning, hot stuff,” Samira said, still grinning at Ivan. “Just in time for breakfast.”
“So I see.”
Samira followed his line of sight. “Oh, this is Craig.”
Ivan clenched his fists as jealously surged through him.
Craig threw him a causal smile. “Hi, Ivan. Samira was just filling me in about you.”
Craig chuckled knowingly and smirked at Samira. She giggled girlishly. Ivan suppressed his desire to punch Craig and wipe that stupid little grin off his face. Who the hell was this guy? Perhaps one of her college friends? But what was he doing here at this time of day? Samira was his, and he wasn’t prepared to share her. But this pretty boy was obviously giving her the goods, too. He suddenly wondered how many other men she had on the go. She’d said that sex was an act of rebellion in Iran – a way for the youth to reclaim their own bodies. Samira was clearly making the most of her stay in the liberal West…
Ivan tried to contain his possessive fury as he watched Samira gaze affectionately at Craig and pop a grape in his mouth.
“Mmm!” Craig said. “Juicy, thanks!”
Ivan opened his mouth to tell Samira that he’d skip breakfast and see her later, when Tariq strolled into the kitchen behind him.
“Oh, morning, Ivan. Samira mentioned you were sleeping late. You feeling okay?”
Ivan buckled down his envy “Uh-huh.”
Tariq wandered over to the kitchen counter where Samira had resumed dancing on the spot and preparing the breakfast. She was so f**king hot. Ivan’s entire being was possessed with a desire to bend her over and f**k her hard in front of these other men – satisfying her fully and claiming her for himself in front of Craig.
Tariq pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, I see you’ve met Craig.”
Ivan glared at his friend – obviously he knew all about Samira’s lover-boy, too. But… hang on a minute… Tariq winked at Craig and held out his hand. Craig took it and they grinned smuttily at each other, as if remembering what they’d been up to in bed last night. Oh…
Tariq’s voice dripped with suggestiveness. “Craig’s a student in Samira’s class. We always enjoy each other’s company whenever I pop down to see my cousin.”
Ivan’s jealousy skidded and exploded away. He chuckled, feeling lightness seep through him again. “Ah, right, I see. Hi, Craig.”
Samira threw Ivan a knowing smirk. Had she guessed what Ivan had been thinking? He smiled back, trying to stay cool. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t usually like this – he’d only known her one day. But she was perfect; that was the problem.
Ivan stepped over and joined them at the counter. Samira kissed him tenderly on the cheek, as if it was as natural as sunshine.
“Sit down, lover,” she said. “You must’ve worked up an appetite last night. I know I did.”
Ivan grinned and wrapped his arms around Samira, enjoying the feeling of having her back in her rightful place. But now the atmosphere warped from Tariq’s direction – a thunder-storm vibe emanated over. He glanced up and saw that his friend was glaring at him in shocked anger – much like how he’d just been glaring at Craig.
Tariq stood tall, ready to fight. “What the hell’s going on?”
Samira draped her arm around Ivan’s waist. “While you and Craig have been getting to know each other, so have we.”
Tariq’s face flashed with fury. “You bastard, Ivan. You don’t waste time, do you? Coming into my cousin’s home and taking advantage of her!”
Tariq’s muscles tensed as if he was planning to launch himself at Ivan.
Ivan held out his hands to placate his friend. “Wait a minute – Samira isn’t exactly the innocent victim in all this. She wanted it just as much as I did.”
“How dare you say that about my cousin!”
Samira’s beautiful face flashed with irritation – years of being told what she could and couldn’t do with her own body poured out and she shouted at Tariq in Farsi. Tariq shouted back and they argued loudly and with passion, in a way that only Iranians knew how. But it meant that Ivan and Craig couldn’t understand what was being said.
Ivan shouted louder than them both. “Speak in English, will you?”
“I was just calling my cousin a sexist hypocrite,” Samira said. “I don’t know why he thinks it’s fine for him mess about with Craig, but he doesn’t approve of me doing the same with you.”
“It’s totally different,” Tariq said.
Ivan folded his arms across his chest – he couldn’t understand Tariq’s hypocrisy either. “Craig, how old are you?”
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