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  Turning his head, Damian found himself looking at a Greg Henry, a collector of rare items. Grave robber, if one wanted to be a bit more honest in their description of Mr. Henry. Forcing a smile, he said, “Mr. Henry. Good to see you."

  The portly man laughed. “I was just wondering if you had a chance to look at the coffin text yet?"

  "No, I just arrived. I'm sure I will get to it before the night is over.” Damian turned his attention back to the display before him.

  "There is also a mask made out of that ... that..."

  "Cartonnage,” Damian supplied, not even bothering to hide the contempt in his voice. “That is what they used to make mummy masks and coffins."

  "Right, that's it.” The man nodded as if he had known the word the whole time. “I would love to get a look at your collection of things,” he hinted.

  When hell freezes over. “My collection is not for public viewing."

  "I'm sure you have some incredible items,” the man pressed.

  "Not that you will ever see. Excuse me.” Damian walked away, hands clenched into fists. He didn't hate people, but Greg Henry was one he would be willing to change that motto for.

  Moving around, he halted beside a sphinx. It was carved out of gold. It was priceless. There were tall obelisks, black ones, beside the creature. A young couple was standing beside him, looking at the display.

  "What is that thing called, honey?” the woman asked.

  "I don't know. It doesn't say. I wonder what it's made of.” The man shrugged.

  Damian provided the answer, knowing full well his appreciation and love of the subject would be clear with the passion and strength of his words and tone. “Today we call them obelisks, but they are associated with an ancient stone called benben. They are representative of the sun's rays. If I were to hazard a guess, I would say they were most likely made out of basalt."

  The couple looked at him and smiled. “Thank you."

  "My pleasure,” he said. Then he headed off towards the corner, picking up a flute of champagne along the way.

  As he stood there, the faint scent of the lotus blossom reached his nose. His body reacted instantaneously and almost violently. She was back. Looking around the room, Damian glanced quickly over Angela and the group she was in and found his attention drawn to a woman near him.

  He couldn't help it. She was beautiful. Her skin was the most perfect shade of brown he had ever seen. A red dress clung lovingly to her curves. Her hair, unlike most women there, was unrestrained and landed past her shoulders.

  Clasped in one feminine hand was a drink that appeared to be untouched. Damian moved toward her.

  Sekhmet saw him approaching, felt his perusal, and she deliberately kept her eyes on the display before her. For once she was hesitant. She had visited this man in his dreams, watched him from afar, and now, she couldn't begin to formulate a sentence. “Talios, I need you."

  Regardless of where it appeared she was staring, Sekhmet was well aware of the man striding towards her. Everything about him. The assured steps that carried him across the marbled floor told everyone there of his confidence.

  The cut of the fabric of his suit coat, and pants didn't escape her notice, especially the way they accented his lean hips and broad shoulders. How his white shirt stretched across the broad chest. Her golden gaze didn't miss a bit of it.

  Indigo eyes had honed in on her while the black hair on his head fell in a stylish yet somewhat unkempt manner. His direction was evident, straight at her. Each powerful step his over six-foot body made created a pool of wetness in her, a feat no man had ever been able to do before. Sex had just been sex, nothing more, nothing less.

  "Goddess?" Talios’ voice entered her head.

  Sekhmet knew he was nearing as well, but all her focus was on the mortal, Damian Memphis Keith. “I don't get it, Talios. I don't understand these feelings he creates within me. I'm a far cry from a virgin. I've been with multitudes of men during my lifetime. I've killed more without hesitation, but ... this man ... this mortal man, has the power to make me sweat."

  Talios’ deep laughter filled her head.

  "Are you mocking me, Talios?" She turned the crystal stem in her fingers, refraining from drinking any of the bubbly liquid.

  More of his laughter rang inside her head, helping to put her at ease. “Never, Goddess.” His response was fast and laced with humour.

  Of all her bed partners, Talios included, none had the ability to affect her like this man did. If mortals went through this all the time, it was no wonder they were miserable.

  "Good evening,” Damian said. Everything about this woman called out to him. He wanted to touch her smooth skin, kiss her full lips and make love to her until they both passed out from exhaustion. His drink-free hand clenched into a fist to keep from reaching out and caressing her.

  Seconds before she responded, a large man appeared at her side. Damian felt dwarfed by him and his stomach churned over the loving and familiar smile she sent the man. He had to swallow back the bile that rose in his throat.

  Finally, her attention fell to him. She met his gaze and smiled at him this time. “Hello."

  Damian became as hard as stone at the mere sound of her voice. It was the same voice from his dreams. Only this time ... she was real.

  "I'm Damian. Professor Damian Keith.” He offered his hand while taking in her beauty.

  "My name is Amenitré Seini.” She placed her soft hand into his. The feeling of abandonment he had felt when his mysterious presence left him vanished at her touch. “And this is Talios."

  It was so hard for Damian to tear his gaze away from his dream woman. Her beauty was so powerful it actually hurt. Placing his gaze on the man beside her, he nodded. “Nice to meet you.” His hand stayed clasped with hers, the softness of her skin evoking a maelstrom of emotions within him.

  Coal black eyes assessed him. “Professor Keith,” was the reply that the giant emitted.

  Indigo met tawny as Damian focused back on the woman who held his gaze directly. She did pull her hand free of his grasp, but her eyes stayed upon him. “I have to tell you, I love your name. It is very beautiful,” he admitted, even while he admired how her dress embraced her figure.

  "Thank you.” One dark hand gestured around the room. “A lover of artefacts, I see."

  "Definitely. I love all antiquities, but mostly ones from Egypt.” He boldly raked his gaze up and down her body, ignoring the tall man beside her. Damian couldn't help it. Finally he was able to put a face to the lover he'd had in his dreams. He wasn't about to pass on the opportunity. For the first time in his life, museums of Egyptian artfeacts weren't the most important thing for him to see.

  Sekhmet smiled. She turned her gaze to the man beside her. "Thank you, Talios. I'm fine now."

  Talios nodded. "As you wish, Goddess. I will be near".

  "Nice to meet you, Professor Keith."

  "And you,” Damian said, barely glancing at the man. The moment her tall protector left, he reached out with one hand and stopped inches from touching her face. “I feel like I know you."

  She arched a brow. “You do.” Her eyes never left his face.

  Before he could say anything in response, a hand grabbed his arm and Angela inserted herself beside him. “You do, what?” she asked.

  Amenitré's eyes grew harder and Damian noticed as she looked at the blonde woman hanging on him. “I was just telling Professor Keith that he had an open invitation to come to my house and view my personal collection of Egyptian artefacts."

  Angela tilted her head to the side, “And who are you?"

  "Amenitré Seini.” she gazed between the two people before landing back upon Damian.

  Angela gasped. “I've heard of you. Your father is Amon Seini, the famous Egyptologist."

  "That's the rumour."

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  Chapter Three

  Damian couldn't believe it. He almost reached up to his face just to make sure he wasn't standing the
re with his mouth hanging open. She was, after all, the daughter of the most respected man on Egyptian artefacts and mythology. To say he was shocked was the understatement of the year. Was it possible to be standing before the daughter of a man he idolized so much?

  "Amon Seini? I am honoured to meet his daughter.” Damian nodded in a show of respect. He knew that name very well and longed for the day he got to meet him. He was surprised he hadn't made the connection when they were first introduced. “That would explain your name."

  "What do you mean, Damian?” Angela asked.

  "Her name is a form of Amon,” Damian explained, simultaneously wishing that Angela would disappear.

  "Be careful what you wish for, Damian." The sultry voice intruded into his head.

  Eyes wide, he glanced over at Amenitré. She watched him intently but there were no telltale signs that she had said anything to him. “I would love to see your collection of artefacts,” he blurted.

  "Wonderful,” Amenitré purred. She held out her hand, and clasped in her fingertips was a card. “Here is my number, call it and we will set up a time. If you will excuse me, I need a word with the mayor before I take my leave.” A polite smile left her face for Angela and her eyes warmed considerably when she glanced back to Damian. “I look forward to hearing from you."

  "Nice to meet you,” Angela said.

  "I will call soon,” Damian promised.

  "Good. Have a wonderful evening, both of you.” She turned and walked off.

  "You'd better, Damian." Those words rang in his head as he watched the seductive sway of her red-clad hips. He swallowed. His body was so coiled right now; it was all he could do to stop himself from following her and kissing her.

  "She seemed pretty interested in you,” Angela observed.

  Damian looked down at Amenitré's card. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the hieroglyphics on the small rectangular paper. He may be horny as hell because of the woman who just left his presence, but he still knew how to read hieroglyphs. And what was on this card was identical to what was on her necklace. Sekhmet.

  "Damian.” Angela pulled on his arm.

  "Huh?"

  "Do you find her attractive?"

  "Yes,” he blurted out.

  Her green eyes narrowed. “I'm ready to go now, Damian.” He watched as she shot an evil glare at the back of the woman who snared his attention.

  Mentally groaning at the memory of them riding in the same vehicle, Damian sighed. “Okay. Just let me say goodbye to the curator."

  Angela nodded. The longstanding friendship between Damian and the curator of the museum was well known to all. “I'll be by the door. Don't be long, lover.” Her hands trailed familiarly over the body she had loved earlier that evening.

  His skin crawled at her words. “I'll be right back,” he agreed.

  Quick movements took him over to where Jonas Bottomley stood speaking to a group of people. The small, rotund old man never failed to bring a smile to Damian's face. Jonas had a huge handlebar moustache that was as white as the hair on his head.

  "Damian,” the man cackled as the others wandered away. “Good to see you here, son. I called you earlier this evening to see if you wanted to get in here tonight, but you didn't pick up. Then, when I saw the woman you walked in with, I understood.” He laughed robustly at his joke.

  Damian shook the withered hand, not even attempting to stop the grin from crossing his face. “Jonas, good to see you. Truth be told, I would rather have come with you than who I did. She is ready to leave and there is so much more I want to see."

  The thinning white hair moved as he nodded. “I understand. A woman like that would get bored especially once the attention was off her. What is her interest in?"

  "Greek history. I thought ... hoped this would interest her more.” Damian shrugged. It was her damn decision to come here anyway.

  "There is a Greek display, downstairs. Perhaps she would like to see that."

  "I'll tell her. Thanks, Jonas."

  "Well, it wouldn't do for you to chase after Ms. Seini with another woman around.” The old man had a calculated gleam in his watery eyes.

  That stopped Damian. “What are you talking about?"

  "Please, a woman here whose father is one of, if not the leading Egyptologist in the world. Why wouldn't you be interested in pursuing her? Not that her looks don't help your decision.” Jonas slapped him on the back. “She walked upstairs. You follow her and I will tend to your date and take her to the Greek display.” The man cackled again and walked off.

  Damian watched in amazement as Jonas got Angela to follow him out of the room with only a glance at him before she waved and disappeared. After she was gone, he turned his attention to the wide marble stairs.

  He noticed the numerous couples that walked them. With a shake of his head, he moved up them himself, completely focused on his destination.

  At the top of the stairs, Damian found her instantly. She stood beside that giant of a man, their affection for one another obvious. Still, he prowled towards them. “Excuse me,” he interrupted.

  Those tawny eyes roamed languidly over his body as a seductive smile filled her face. “Hello again, Professor."

  Swallowing to get some moisture in his mouth, Damian saw the man beside her look him over and walk away, leaving them alone. Well, as alone as people can be during a gala gathering at a museum.

  "Something on your mind?” Her tone was as alluring as it was in his dreams. Perhaps more so.

  You in my bed, accepting my cock as I make love to you. “I wanted to ask you about your cartouche and the hieroglyphics on your card."

  One black eyebrow arched. “Really? And here I thought you wanted me in your bed, accepting your cock as you made love to me."

  Damian's eyes grew wide as his erection throbbed painfully within the confines of his pants. When her tongue snuck out to lick her lips, his legs quivered.

  With a casual shrug, she smiled. “What was your question?"

  "Um ... um ... um ... I was just wondering why you wore the name Sekhmet. She isn't very well known today."

  A scowl crossed her beautiful face. “Don't I know it,” she grumbled. Then her expression lightened. “I like her.” Lion-like eyes grew impressed. “I don't often find a mort ... man who can read Egyptian."

  Damian tipped his head and looked at her, wondering about her slip up. She appeared to have a glow around her body, giving her an even more amazing appearance. With a shrug, he looked around the room full of displays. “I love Egyptian mythology."

  Stepping close to him, she slid her arm through his. Both trembled from the contact. “And by mythology, I am assuming you mean it isn't real.” Her eyes flickered with the beginning flames of rage.

  "Well, come on. With a father like yours, you should know that it was called mythology for a reason. They prayed to gods that didn't exist."

  "Why would you say that? Just because you believe in one God doesn't mean that they were imagining things."

  "You believe they existed?"

  "Definitely.” Her response was instantaneous and unquestionably positive.

  "Just Egyptian or did all the gods and goddesses exist? The Greek gods? Roman? Mayan? Norse?"

  "All, of course.” She smiled fondly at something Damian didn't know, but he didn't care. He got to see a smile on her face.

  "What does your father believe?” Damian was amazed this woman would believe that.

  She chuckled. “He agrees with me. Or rather, I agree with him."

  "So where are they now?"

  Tilting her head so she could see his face, she answered with a question of her own. “So just because you don't see hundreds of people worshiping them, suddenly they are not real?"

  Damian escorted her into a small room that had an intricate layout of ancient Egypt. They were the only ones in there. Stopping beside the display, he looked down. “I don't want to get into this with you, not here. Tell me about your name. Your last name means doctor, right?"
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  The fond memories she had with other gods and goddesses fled. Silly mortal ... if you only knew. Forcing down her automatic anger at disbelief in her legacy, Sekhmet struggled to remain calm. She looked at the man she wanted more than she had ever wanted anyone before.

  "It means ‘physician’ actually. My first name, Amenitré, is the feminine form of AmenRe. My middle name, Kemisi, means Black Isis."

  "Black Isis. Amenitré Kemisi Seini.” Damian sent her a sexy grin. “I love that name."

  Feeling the flood of wetness to her thighs, she trembled. “I want you."

  Damian blinked. “I want you, too.” She could tell from his wide-eyed look, he had surprised himself at that vocal admission.

  "You know me, Damian. And you have loved me in your dreams. But now I want you for real."

  "Are you doing that? Talking to me in my head?"

  The goddess stepped closer to the man beside her. “Yes. I want you to make love to me.” Her hand trailed down his side, slipping past his waist to cup the hard erection between his legs. “Now,” she ordered. “Take me over this table. Fill me with your thick cock as we look over ancient Egypt."

  Damian moved his hands up to cup her breasts through the thin material of her dress. “Yes,” he groaned. He moved his touch to her face. “You are so beautiful. I have wanted to see your face for so long now."

  "Kiss me, Damian.” Her command rang throughout the room.

  Leaning closer, he placed his firm lips on her softer ones. It was as if they were transported into the middle of the Kalahari, the heat between them grew so intense. His tongue ran along her lips before slipping into her mouth.

  Her mouth opened willingly for his searching tongue. Her moan echoed through the room. Damian sank his hands deep into her thick hair and held her there while his mouth plundered hers.

  Sekhmet didn't stop his quest. This was the only man, mortal or immortal, that she had allowed control over her body. With the arms of Damian Keith around her, she felt delicate, serene and at the mercy of his wicked touch. She felt his erection throbbing as her hands loosened his belt.

  "Amenitré,” he groaned as his hips pressed his penis closer to her waiting touch.