Love Saved by Augusta Hill Read Free Book Online

spending the night in bed with someone, he wanted to quickly slip on his pants and flee out the door, work already on his mind. This morning was different, however.
    The heavy weight of Kirk's arm warmed his core, and he felt content to stay there for several minutes enjoying the safety he felt. They had survived a plane crash, a walk through hell, and a sandstorm - he figured he deserved a quiet moment with a good man.
    A good man, who he was growing fond of. Which was really a problem if he was honest with himself.
    It's not like anything can happen long term. We are just two strangers who barely know each other, and we've been thrust together on this crazy trip. It's like any other hook-up I've had, just a quickie for some stress relief.
    Nonetheless, it didn't feel like a normal hook-up, and that had unnerved Oren. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, there was a connection he felt with Kirk. When they had first kissed, he hadn't even been able to hear the storm anymore. Everything had gone silent except for the beating of his heart. Oren had had some pretty great kisses in his life, but that was the first one that made his world stop.
    Before he could dwell on it anymore, he heard the other travelers shuffling around outside, having emerged from their own tents. The perfect bubble of happiness was about to be popped.
    "Kirk, I think it's time to get up," he said softly, stroking the dark arm that lay across his chest.
    Kirk gave him a small peck on the cheek and then stretched his arms lazily. "Yes, looks like it. We'll have to be discreet about last night. I'll leave the tent first and chat with them. Then you can come out in a few minutes."
    Oren nodded and curled on his side to allow Kirk some space to move about. Kirk got up, quickly putting on his dusty, well-worn pants and the dirty shirt he had been wearing since the crash. They hadn't had time to wash their clothes the night before, a fact Oren regretted. Once he was dressed, the pilot quickly left the tent, not looking back.
    Oren felt cold as soon as he was gone and tried to snuggle deeper into his blanket. Outside he could hear the men chatting easily, as well as the deep snorts of the camels as they milled around.
    I wonder where the camels hid out last night , he thought idly to pass the time. Do they just shut their eyes and tough it out? Was there a camel tent I missed? Now there's a new product I could send to my development team.
    He counted to two hundred slowly while pondering how lucrative the camel rider demographic could be, giving Kirk enough time to mingle. He found it odd that it was the first time he'd thought about work in hours and hours. Usually, he and his business suit were fused into a single being, and he never quit thinking of ways to improve and expand his empire. However, he hadn't been tempted to fret about what was happening back at the office in over a day.
    I wonder how things are being dealt with. My secretary has probably figured out I'm gone by now. She'll have tried to call the tour company twenty times, wanting to pass along messages about the company to me. And when she didn't get a reply? She'd form a search team of her own.
    He smiled, thinking about the ambitious redhead who worked for him. Abigail could be a destroyer of worlds when she put her mind to it which is why he had hired her. She could run things fine in his place.
    "Never thought I'd say that," he whispered with a grin, rolling onto his stomach. She had more than once pushed him to delegate more to her, but he had resisted. Not because she had done anything wrong, but if he wasn't pouring his soul into work than he didn't have much to do.
    Well, that's enough depressing introspection for one day , he thought, pushing himself off up off the ground into a kneeling position. From there he quickly slipped on his clothes, trying not to sniff them too deeply, and finger-combed his hair into something respectable.
    At last pleased with his