Ivan didn’t take his eyes off her. “I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”
Samira threw him a grin, then she blushed and looked away.
Ivan stifled his smile. Yes! It’s been easy to crack into that feisty outer-shell with a blush. Now… what could he do next to make her his?
“Ivan’s a great cook,” Tariq said, turning back to the counter. “Ivan, perhaps you could cook for us one time over the next couple of weeks?”
“Sure, I’d love to.”
“I bet Ivan’s very good with his hands,” Samira said.
“He is,” Tariq said. “But tonight, he’s a guest in our house, so we get to cook for him… Right, I’ll just let this bake in the oven awhile, so until then let’s all sit down and catch up.”
Ivan sat at the wooden table, and Samira brought over a jug of water and three glasses. She poured some out for Ivan, standing slightly closer to him than he would’ve expected. He glanced up and they held smouldering eye contact, making his co**ck firm with desperate lust. Ivan wished he could carry her off upstairs now and f**k her over and over again – exploring every inch of that glorious body until she could no longer think straight.
Samira pulled back a chair and sat opposite him. “So, you guys are going to work tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Tariq said, sitting at the table, too. “I’ve hired out an office for us. Just a temporary space – it’ll get us out of your hair.”
“I don’t mind you being around,” Samira said, glancing at Ivan. “So what is this mystery project you two are working on?”
Ivan winced. “Sorry, it’s top secret.”
Samira sipped her water, which emphasised her gorgeous lips. Ivan suppressed a desire to see them wrapped around his co**ck, sucking him hard with a no-hands bl**ow jo**b... As she moved the glass away from her mouth she licked a drop of water from the rim and gazed into his eyes. “I wonder if I can find a way to get you to give up your secrets, Ivan.”
He sat up tall and held eye contact with her. She was definitely flirting with him. He glanced at Tariq who shook his head and looked away.
Samira suddenly shot to her feet. “Hey, Tariq, we should give Ivan the proper Persian welcome to my home – what do you say?”
Tariq chuckled. “Whatever you wish, sweet cousin.”
Ivan watched as Samira grabbed a bottle of liquor and three shot glasses from the kitchen counter. “Can you hold your own, Ivan?” she asked.
He chuckled. “I try my best.”
“This is our traditional Iranian drink – before the Ayatollahs banned alcohol, of course. It’s called Arak. It’s made of aniseed.” She plunked the shot glasses down on the table and filled them to the brim. “It’s pretty disgusting, but it reminds me of home.”
Ivan laughed. This was like being a freshman again. “I guess it’s good to sample new cultural experiences.”
He grabbed one of the glasses and raised it, then his ears caught the sound of an uplifting tune on the radio, which catapulted him straight to back his teens, growing up with Tariq and his brothers – Adam and Dylan.
“Hey, Tariq, you remember the first time we got drunk together?”
Tariq burst into laughter. “Oh god, Adam was so sick. I felt terrible.”
“He was fifteen. Too young to be joining in with the big boys.”
“Oh yeah, seventeen was so big. We thought we were the coolest, huh?”
Samira grinned. “I wish I’d known you then. Instead I was stuck in Iran trying to avoid arrest for not wearing my headscarf.”
“You were just a child then, Samira.” Tariq raised his glass. “But now you’re here, all grown up and in good old America! Come on, let’s celebrate. A toast to friends and family.”
Ivan smiled at Tariq. “To friends and family.”
He knocked back the liquor and stifled the burning effect it had in his lungs. He cleared his throat. “You sure that’s not paint stripper?”
Samira laughed, making her beautiful face light up. “It’s pretty potent!” She poured them all another. “So are you guys hitting the town tonight?”
Tariq smiled sheepishly. “I am. I’ve got plans to meet someone.”
Ivan grinned. “No worries, buddy, you go enjoy yourself. I’m pretty shattered anyway – I’ll stay in, unpack, and have an early night.”
“What about you, Samira?” Tariq asked. “Are you out tonight?”
“Oh no,” she said. “I need to stay in and finish my as**signment. But you go out and have fun. I’m sure me and Ivan will be just fine.”
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