Chapter Sixty-Eight

“Your flight’s supposed to have taken off a while ago.”

“I pulled some strings. I am leaving later than we initially planned. Besides,” she stopped before him, gently placing her hands on his jacket lapels, “You didn’t think I’d go without a proper goodbye, did you?”

She looked up at him through her lashes. Yes, tonight she would use her sensuality to her advantage, something she’d never done before. And just like she expected, Rafiq lowered his head towards hers, lips slightly puckered for a kiss. Ziza smirked.

At the last minute, when his lips were but a breath away, she released him and turned her head to the side as she headed for the liquor cabinet. Ziza smiled secretly as she did so, and her smile only grew when she heard him groan in frustration.

“What was that?” He asked from behind her, presumably from where she’d left him.

“What was what?” Ziza poured herself a glass of wine, then turned back around to face him.