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and she swallowed painfully. She’d never had a problem controlling her body, until now. As for a holiday, relaxing days without people, work or stress held the same appeal to her as water did to a dolphin. Why shouldn’t she take the opportunity he offered? If he minimized the risk and left the choice of having sex to her, she could enjoy a couple of days’ holiday. Couldn’t she?
    “I’ll think about it.”
    He pressed a tender kiss on her lips. “I leave at seven tomorrow morning from Lanseria Airport. I’ll send a driver for you at six.”
    “I haven’t agreed to go with you. I said I will think about it.”
    He smiled. “I’ll send the driver anyway. Now, you’ll have to excuse me. These painkillers have a limited lifespan.”
    Mortified, she hustled him to the door.
    “I promise I will call you.”
    He gave her a lopsided grin. “The driver will be here regardless if you call or not.”
    They exchanged numbers and Samantha closed the door behind his large frame. The man confused her. He made it clear he planned to have sex with her, but then he left the decision as to when and where it was going to happen, to her.
    Without conscious thought, she pulled her suitcase from the top shelf of the closet in the passage and soon a heap of clothes littered her bed. Later, after she’d confirmed she would accompany him, she turned out the light and tried, but failed, to stifle the excited nervousness pricking in her stomach.

Chapter Six
    Brent pointed to the sugarcane fields below the helicopter. “Those fields form part of my farm.”
    They’d been airborne for more than two hours and Samantha’s neck cramped from turning her head in all directions to absorb the sights below her. Farmland had turned to mines at regular intervals until they passed Carolina where the mines became more infrequent. The pilot increased altitude to scale the mountainous terrain close to Barberton and she grabbed onto Brent’s hand.
    “He knows what he’s doing. I’ll never put you in danger.”
    Right. Just being with him caused mortal danger to her heart. She brought herself up short. Since when did her heart feature in the equation between her and Brent? The electricity sparking between them had nothing to do with emotions and everything to do with lust. She couldn’t afford for it to be anything else.
    Then the scenery changed so drastically she had no time to ponder the pilot’s skills or lack thereof. Before she could ask about the sugarcane, the pilot reduced altitude and her eyes widened.
    Below her, a thatched mansion nestled close to the Crocodile River. A small pool sparkled in the morning sun and several antelope grazed on the grass. A tennis court and mini put-put track was a small distance from the house while five garage doors lined the one wall.
    They landed on the helipad next to the garages and, after taking off the headphones, Brent shouted at her to wait so he could assist her. When the blades came to a complete stop, he alighted and helped her out of the helicopter.
    He briefly hugged her to him before holding her at arm’s length. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
    She smiled and wiggled out of his embrace. Despite being mid-morning, the temperature was mild and the air humid. While she turned to look around her, the pilot retrieved their luggage and started toward the house. They followed at a more leisurely pace, with Brent stopping to explain about the trees and flowers indigenous to the area, often pulling her to him for a quick kiss.
    “Let’s get inside. I’m dying for a cup of coffee.”
    With his limp more pronounced, Samantha suspected he wanted to rest the leg more than he actually needed caffeine. She refrained from commenting and nodded. Inside the door, he leaned against the wall and pulled her to stand between his legs.
    “Thank you for coming.” He wiped a strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Then he slid his hand around her nape and brought her mouth to