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that he would expect her to be a wife in all ways--especially in these ways--but she wasn’t ready. She had to have some questions answered first. She wouldn’t be choosing him blindly, not when the outcome was the rest of her life.
     
    “Choose,” he urged her. To his disappointment, she hid the round gems of her nipples from his view, pulling her gown up with a fidgety jerk.
     
    Nadja firmly put a hand to his chest, all too aware that he was still completely naked. He had kept distance between their bodies when he touched her, but she had a feeling that if she asked him he would close the space, giving her what every screaming nerve in her body seemed to want from him. It was as if her body recognized him completely and wanted him to fulfill it in every way.
     
    “Put your clothes on first,” she whispered, her throat working in nervousness.
     
    “Please.”
     
    Olek smiled softly at her, seeing the seriousness to her eyes. He slowly nodded.
     
    Nadja saw two braids were wound into his hair from temples to ends. The silken locks dipped to his shoulders, brushing back when he moved.
     
    Nadja stood next to the tent wall and allowed herself one peek of his naked backside as he bent over, before forcing her gaze away. Her whole being shivered with the remnants of his fiery touch, heated to a level she had never thought capable. She held rigid, her eyes trying to focus on anything but him.
     
    Gasping in astonishment, her gaze found the third corner. Nadja closed her eyes in trepidation. It was a low chair, much like an examination table, with stirrups for the feet and straps to hold them into place. A pillow sat on the floor, as if for kneeling. An open trunk of feathers and oils was behind it. She couldn’t see much else within the trunk but those two things were enough.
     
    Looking at Olek, she saw he was watching her. He was again dressed as she had asked. He tilted his head to the chair in offering. She violently shook her head with a vehement, “No!”
     
    Olek was playing with her. He couldn’t help it. This little creature fluttered so nervously that he imagined she might try to take flight like a hummingbird and dart away from him.
     
    “Your name,” he said instead.
     
    Nadja took a deep breath. This was more like it. Now that he was more fully clothed they could have a civilized conversation. That is, if her head quit spinning, and her breasts stopped their dreadful aching, and her eyes stopped trying to undress him from his loincloth.
     
    Wishing her words held more force, she said, “My name is Nadja Aleksander.” 
     

Nadja.
     
    The name rolled pleasantly in his brain. It was a good name, a pretty name, a respectable name, and it suited the dignified beauty before him exceedingly well. As her voice gained control, he was pleased to find her naturally soft spoken. Her unpretentious voice was low and sensual and coiled around him in feminine influence. It was a fine contrast to the harsher voices of his fellow Qurilixian. It was a voice he would gladly spend his days and nights listening to. It was a voice he would love hearing shout out his name in passion. He found he wanted to ask her questions just to hear her answer them in her sultry siren’s tone.
     
    He didn’t have to ask. Her lips parted and she spoke to him freely with a question of her own.
     
    “Are you a farmer, or perhaps a miner?” Nadja asked, looking over his physique.
     
    Nadja had met many Princes and his body wasn’t of a pampered Prince or nobleman. For that she was glad. Olek was confused by the relevance of her question. He shook his head, prompting her to say, “Then, what do you do for a living?” Olek smiled, staying quiet. He thought it was a sensible question, and admired it while still wishing her thinking wasn’t so logical. Closing his eyes, he imagined his tongue bathing in wine as he drank from her flushed, pale skin. He almost groaned with the idea of it.
     
    “Oh, sorry, I forgot you