Horses were Bethany's greatest passion. And in her search for the perfect Arabian steed, she had decided to travel to North Africa. What she hadn't expected, of course, was that her journey would lead her to a secluded mountain estate, owned by a po...
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Bethany immediately realized that this afternoon tea would be nothing like the usual teabag in a cup, accompanied by a few biscuits. The tray Aisha had brought held a teapot, a large covered jar, three silver tins, two small glass cups, a platter full of cake, and another with fresh fruit.
She settled into one of the divans and watched with growing curiosity as the host prepared the tea. It caught her off guard. She had expected he would never bother with such humble tasks.
For some reason, the act didn’t quite fit the image she had of Omar’s master. And yet, it was obvious he’d done this many times before his movements were neither hesitant nor clumsy. He removed the lids from the three tins and began spooning from each into the teapot. First the tea, then mint leaves, followed by sugar cubes, lots of sugar cubes then more tea, more mint, and even more sugar.
Bethany, who drank her tea without milk or sugar, was on the verge of protesting, but stopped herself. Her instinct warned her this was some kind of ritual. If she said anything, she might end up offending the host once again. Fine, the drink would taste like syrup. So what? She could endure it for a day or two if it meant avoiding another misunderstanding with Taehyung.
Finally, steaming water was added, and a strong scent of mint filled the air. "Have you ever had mint tea before?" Taehyung asked, looking at her from a distance that felt enormous especially since he was still standing.
"No," she admitted, silently wishing he would finally sit down. Her neck was starting to ache. "You'll like it. Women always do." Suddenly, he sat but not in the way Bethany had expected. Taking a large cushion from one of the divans, he tossed it to the floor near her feet and sat cross-legged. With that movement, his piercing dark eyes were suddenly level with hers, and his body far too close for comfort.
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Bethany valued her personal space. Being so near him made her feel almost claustrophobic. The thought that she couldn’t step away even if she wanted to send a flicker of irritation through her. Still, given the situation, she had no choice but to hide her discomfort and accept one of the little cakes he offered.
If I don’t leave this mad weekend riding a horse into the sunset, she thought in frustration, I swear I’ll commit harakiri. "You'll like these too," said Taehyung, speaking with his deliberately polished English accent.
