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Chapter 7
Getting the others in their group to hurry along and leave Dr. Bey III's mansion proved quite difficult. It seemed that everyone else's night hadn't been as trying as Grandpa Alex's and Tiri's had been. But once they caught the drift that Tiri was indeed in the middle of a nervous breakdown they finally relented and made the trip back to Grandpa Alex's place in the city. To everyone's questions and concerns over Tiri her grandfather vaguely attributed it to "girl troubles" so that the Medjai's secret was kept intact. Her grandfather felt fine about having the director have his fun with thinking the O'Connell family history was the stuff of myths and legends—but his honor would not allow him to actually let on to the fact that every tale he told him was indeed REAL. The story about needing to leave because of "girl troubles" shut all of the men up, but Laxmi was no fool…
So Tiri spilled her guts to her as soon as they were safely alone in their room.
Laxmi had been grinning at Tiri like a Cheshire cat for ten minutes straight now.
"I tell you that I was held at gunpoint, that my necklace channeled some weird powers from the beyond—burning a man—and you're stuck on the fact that I got snogged against a wall?"
"Well from the way you described it it sounds as if you were about two seconds away from ripping each other's clothes off and shagging against the wall. I'm just thunderstruck is all. My sweet, chaste little Tiri is finally taking a walk on the wild side! So tell me, how is it to kiss a sexy desert warrior who is in all actuality older than your grandfather but doesn't look it?"
"Ooh get stuffed!" Tiri huffed, bopping her best friend with a pillow.
"You're totally blushing!" Laxmi chided unfazed by the pillow beating. "It was incredible, wasn't it?"
"Laxmi! Whether or not it was enjoyable is beside the point. I kissed Ardeth Bay, meaning that he's real and the Medjai is real and curses and mummies and immortality are all real!"
"Yeah," her best friend said. "I know. It's ok to believe, Tiri. I've seen how you get when your grandfather tells us those stories. You've always wanted them to be real. You've got your proof—you bloody well kissed a man that should be long dead." Laxmi smiled impishly. "Seems to me like it's your time to jump into the adventure."
Tiri let the pillow slip from her grasp. "How is it that you can just take this all in stride so easily?"
"Because I've always known that you're destined for greatness!" Laxmi said while adamantly gesticulating her arms to purvey her seriousness. "You've grown up to this privileged life and yet you're still humble. You've tried your hardest at your studies and learned so many languages without a single person pushing you to it. You really are something special. And besides, you're an O'Connell! The stuff of legends runs through your blood! You deserve romance and an adventure! And as your best friend, I deserve the satisfaction of hearing every single detail." Laxmi grinned. "Starting with your steamy kiss with Ardeth Bay."
Tiri was quiet amazed by the level of sincerity to her best friend's words. It made her want to believe. She felt herself soften, and she relented. "It was the most thrilling moment of my life," she admitted shyly. "Overwhelming, but thrilling. I felt like he knew exactly how to kiss me, how to touch me, to make me putty in his hands… I've never felt so alive in all my life as I did during that kiss."
Laxmi sighed wistfully. "Wow. Do you think he'll come to you during the night again?"
Tiri felt a shiver of anticipation roll down her spine at the thought.
But the reaction had the effect of sobering her.
'Oh! Do get a hold of yourself,' she thought, suddenly embarrassed with herself. She didn't like the fact that she was not in control of her reactions when it came to him. He was an insufferable know-it-all cursed with youth! He was a paradox that should not exist! And, she should totally not feel thrilled at the prospect of a dark warrior breaking and entering her room in the middle of the night! She should be creeped out! (Should being the key word here.)
Not being in control made her defensive. "That's so morbid, Laxmi! I mean, what do I know about the man other than he's sworn to protect some ancient secret and he's got no qualms with getting fresh with a girl?"
Laxmi giggled, rolling her eyes at her difficult friend. "You know absolutely nothing about the man other than that. But that's the point." She wiggled her eyebrows.
Tiri huffed, climbing into bed with a scowl. 'Stupid, arrogant Medjai,' she thought grumpily. 'It was just a kiss anyway.'

This time Tiri was wide awake when Ardeth Bay stealthily climbed in through the third story window. She was about to scream bloody murder but he realized what she was going to do a moment before she did and reflexively clamped his hand over her mouth.
So she bit the flesh of his palm. Or, tried to—but she didn't realize how difficult it would be to get a firm grip… He raised an eyebrow, apparently unfazed by it physically but amused by her efforts.
"If I take my hand away from your mouth will you promise not to scream?" he whispered in her ear.
His close proximity and sensuously deep voice were making her senses go hay-wire, which further incensed her because her body was being traitorous. She nodded, intending to scream the moment he lifted his hand.
He seemed to assess her answer, and found it somehow lacking because he used his other hand to get the black scarf from around his neck and then proceeded to use it to gag her! Once she was gagged he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took her into the attached bathroom, making sure to close the door and lock it.
"I am sorry that our meetings have left something to be desired thus far," he said with a rueful chuckle, sitting her down on the sink counter. When she made a grab for the gag he quickly closed his hands around her wrists and held them down to the counter. She might as well have been in an iron lock. All that her herculean efforts to break from his grasp did for her was place her in deeper trouble, because in her struggle her legs had splayed a little and he had fallen in between them where he stood. He took a steadying breath but didn't move. "You see, as a Medjai chieftain I am much better at war tactics and sneak attacks than I am at doing things the civilized way. But I have no time for the civilized way because right now the balance between good and evil will once again be put to the test, and you are at the center of it."
Tiri's eyes widened.
"You must wear Nefertiri's necklace always. Do not ever take it off. It will keep you safe. Do you understand?"
Tiri shook her head no.
Ardeth Bay sighed. "As long as you wear Nefertiri's necklace no harm can come to you. I cannot tell you what is to come, but I can prepare you for it."
The scared look in her eyes made him soften his tactic and he said, "You have to trust me," while he untied the scarf from her mouth.
She decided not to scream for now. She did want to understand what had happened earlier when her necklace had burned Dr. Bey III. "So what happened to Dr. Bey III earlier…that's because it—the necklace—knew to protect me?"
"Yes. At some point in time someone cast powerful spells of protection to that necklace and then gave it to you. Someone who probably had a vision of what is to come."
"What?" she asked, trying to follow along. "Who?"
"I cannot be certain," he said hesitantly, "but more than likely it was Evelyn O'Connell."
"Great Grandma Evie?"
"Yes. Keep your voice down," he said.
Tiri eyed the makeshift gag, deciding to lower her voice. "And how do you know 'what is to come'?" she asked in an incredulous whisper.
"This I cannot tell you either," he said sounding frustrated.
"It's like talking in circles with you," Tiri said, realizing the absurdity of the situation. She was locked in a bathroom with an immortal Medjai chieftain who was talking to her in riddles and standing in between her legs. She blushed when she remembered that last part.
"I am sorry for this," he said, unconsciously caressing her outer thighs in a soothing motion. She gaped at him for his forwardness. Something about the way he touched her…it was sensual but in a way that it was as if he were comfortable with her, as if he had done it thousands of times…
"Why did you kiss me?"
Her question seemed to sober him because he put his hands on the sink countertop; more neutral territory. But it gave him a predatory stance over her. He thought for a moment and then grinned. "How did O'Connell once put it? 'It seemed like a good idea at the time?'"
She went to slap him, but his reflexes were quicker. He had her by the wrist, and suddenly their faces were very close. Her breathing was erratic from the adrenaline of her sudden outburst. His eyes fell to her panting mouth. She watched Ardeth Bay's eyes darken as she steadied her breathing, goosebumps suddenly rising to her flesh.
He breathed out something in a language she did not recognize right before he kissed her. He pulled her roughly towards him, so that she was perched on the edge of the counter and her bare legs were spread wide now on either side of his waist. All of her sense had completely gone out the window, and she was kissing him back.
It was so hot in Egypt that all she wore to bed was a nightshirt and knickers. Something she was all too aware of now that her body was flush against his. He moaned into her mouth, his battle roughened hands again grazing her thighs, and then her backside, before billowing up her shirt. She keened in pleasure as his hands skated over her flat tummy and ribcage before settling at her breasts. He started kissing down her throat as he rolled her pebbled nipples with his fingers. She arched into his touch.
"Oh Tiri need to see you," he said in a voice aching with want. He slipped the material of her nightshirt over her head; she helped him along by raising her arms. Tiri was now in nothing but a pair of knickers before him.
They both dragged in air through their lungs, and she trembled as she watched him drink in her almost completely bare form. His large, dark hands ghosted over the dips and valleys of her pale olive flesh. He reverently said the epithet in the language she did not recognize again before sliding down to draw her breast into his mouth.
She cried out in pleasure. The hot wet suction of his mouth sent bolts of desire straight to her feminine core. She raked her hands through his silky black hair, urging him on. He alternated between sucking sweetly at her pleasure sensitive little peaks and then dragging his tongue around them in circles and darting licks.
Tiri felt a sweet agony building at her core and she needed something. She needed more, more, more, more! She pulled him up to kiss her again while simultaneously pulling his black robes off his shoulders. He moaned into her mouth, it almost sounding like a growl in his desire driven state, and he helped bare his torso by pulling his black tunic over his head, which she had loosened from his pants.
Tiri bit her lip as she took in his half nude form. He was beautiful. His bronze colored torso was rippling with the hard pectorals and cut abs of a lethal warrior. She noticed that even shirtless he was armed from the waist up; there was a thin leather strap across his chest with a gold and jewel encrusted dagger encased in it. He followed her gaze and chuckled, making quick work of whipping it off. He was now completely bare from the waist up, save for his Medjai medallion necklace, and was staring at her with a look of hunger that tightened her flushed skin even more. She raked her eyes over his handsome face and downwards, her gaze meticulously drawn to the silken black little hairs leading from under his bellybutton down to the cinched slate grey cloth knotted at his waist holding his pants in place. She shyly dared to look further and gasped when she took in the sight of his barely restrained arousal.
There was a slight damp spot where the tip of his arousal was encased in the black cloth, weeping his hot, slick desire.
Tiri dragged her eyes back up to his fathomless dark gaze. This time, he did growl, and was upon her again in an instant.
It was like a rush of electric currents skittering along her sensitized flesh as the hard muscles of his chest crushed against her bare breasts. She gasped for air and then they were kissing furiously again. His hands were clutching at her hips, pressing her dampened heat against his thinly covered hardness. His fingers slipped under the straps of her panties, and with a simple tug they were torn from her body.
"Ardeth," she whimpered into his mouth, knowing nothing but need at this moment.
He sucked in a breath and broke away from her mouth, drawing her hand up to his plush lips. He kissed her hand before placing it on his chest, over his heart. He left it there for a long moment, just looking at her, before he encouraged her to slide her hand down. He trembled as she took the initiative, sliding her hand down the smooth ridges of muscle. He gasped and his mouth formed a small 'o' as she loosened the cloth at his waist. The hard, thick shaft of his arousal sprung out of its confines and jutted out between their bodies.
She couldn't help but stare at it. She'd never actually seen one before, but she was absolutely certain that his was an impressive size. She lowered her hand to touch it, and it twitched in excitement. He moaned low in his throat. She looked up to see that his head had rolled back in pleasure, and he bucked into her grasp, encouraging her to stroke it.
She felt a womanly sense of pride that she could make this strong warrior quite literally quiver in her grasp and, with a determined gleam in her eyes, she started stroking down and up.
Down, up, down, up she stroked, watching the sweet agony and euphoria intermittedly play across his face. Every now and then his body would shiver in a small convulsion, as if the pleasure was too sweet to bear. His dark, heavy-lidded gaze met hers while she stroked, and a heated flare infused his dark eyes as they stared at each other; she felt a gush of hot, silken arousal leak from the tip into her hand. He cried out, "Tiri, you must stop!" all of a sudden.
She quickly let go, wondering if she had hurt him. But he was over her in a flash again, his hands caressing her hair while he told her in her ear how good she had made him feel—too good. She smiled and met his gaze, leaning back on the counter, pleading with her eyes to satisfy the ache between her thighs.
His gaze turned predatory and he lent over her, gripping his thick arousal and lowering himself towards her. He slid his hot, velvety shaft along one of her inner thighs before directing the tip to the sensitive little pleasure nub within her folds. Her body shivered with the white-hot pleasure. He rubbed the thick tip frenetically against her pleasure button, her silken wetness making the slide of their flesh slippery.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, as she felt the sweet pressure building.
Enflamed by her sensual response, he slid the tip down to her entrance.
Her eyes suddenly opened wide. Mostly her beautiful, flushed face was the epitome of desire, but there was that little flash of fear—that fear that untried girls get right before their first time.
He stopped what he was doing, suddenly resigned. "I can't."
Tiri blinked in confusion, her body tight with arousal. "What?"
"You are still…innocent," he said softly, gently pulling away from her. "I forgot."
Forgot? "What?"
"I am sorry. I did not mean to take things so far," he said, raking a hand through his hair. "I only meant to warn you to keep the necklace on at all times… However, I find myself getting distracted when I am around you," he said abashedly.
He resituated his pants. Noticing that he had ripped her knickers he took his black robes and put them over her shoulders after he took out the concealed weapons. He looked at the bejeweled dagger for a moment and then placed the leather strap over onto her. "You keep this," he said, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
Suddenly Tiri came out of her numbed trance with his kiss. She glared at him. "Get out," she said in a cold voice.
"Tiri," he said softly, making to brush her hair back, but she slapped his hand away.
"Get out."
A play of emotions went across the dark warrior's face. He looked like he wanted to tell her something—everything—but he only gave a sad, resigned sigh and did as she told him to.

The next day, Ardeth Bay showed up while their group was visiting the pyramids at Giza.
"Oh dear Goddess, he's bloody gorgeous," Laxmi swooned. "No wonder you gave in without a fight to a clandestine kiss in the library."
"Laxmi, do shut up," Tiri said in a heated whisper. (Laxmi didn't know about her little encounter with him in the bathroom last night—and she'd like to keep it that way.)
"Oh are you afraid he's going to hear us?" she teased. "He's too busy whispering with your grandfather," Laxmi said offhandedly.
On the other end of the spectrum, the elderly explorer and the immortal Medjai were having their own discreet discussion.
"Are you observing the female species out of the corner of your eye, old friend?" Alex O'Connell said with amusement. "Why, Tiri's got that old stick-in-the-mud expression on her cute little mug. Reminds me of her great grandfather and how he never did like dealing with the paranormal," he said with a chuckle. "She's been staring daggers at you all afternoon."
Ardeth Bay could not help the rueful smile that came to his lips at the comparison to his old comrade Rick O'Connell. It was true. Tiri had been giving him a look of distain oddly reminiscent to that of the late American explorer. Rick O'Connell had never looked quite happy to see Ardeth Bay because it had always meant that the rise of a great evil was on the horizon. Ardeth Bay could not blame Tiri for being angry with him. He had not handled himself well around her at all…
But he had not been able to help himself ever since he had seen her that first time at the Cairo Museum of Antiquities. She had appeared at a moment when he was least expecting it, taking him completely by surprise.
"So," Alex O'Connell said, getting to the matter at hand. "We have another immortal in our midst, hmmm?"
"Yes," the Medjai chieftain said, the weight of his admission heard in that one word. "I had heard about your wife," he said carefully. "I am very sorry for your loss."
The old explorer gave him a watery smile, brushing the condolence off. "Lin lived a good life. A very, very long good life," he said with a chuckle. "I'm just glad that I got to spend a lifetime with her…" He cleared his throat. "But bringing this back to you… How long have you been under a spell?"
The Medjai warrior gazed off into the distance while he answered. "Since the reign of Seti I."
Alex O'Connell's eyes almost bugged out of his head. He cursed. "That's over three-thousand years!" He was quiet for a moment, adjusting to the information. "You never let on once, you sly devil, you," he finally said with admiration. "But it explains a lot. Like the fact that you were always such a know-it-all and a very fierce opponent in battle… So tell me," he said, following the dark warriors gaze off into the distance. Their eyes both landed on Tiri. "How was it that you just so happened to be outside of the curator's library at the right exact moment to intervene when Tiri and I were held at gunpoint?"
Ardeth Bay's jaw worked a couple of times, the ripple of muscles visible. His dark eyes narrowed, and he turned sharply, not answering the question.
The old explorer sighed, and put a companionable hand on the dark warrior's shoulder. "I've seen the way you've been looking at my granddaughter. Like a man dying of thirst in the desert, and she is your tall glass of water… Or, perhaps, more aptly, it's as if you are seeing her for the first time in three-thousand years." He said it as a question, but there was a veiled statement in there. The powerful warrior flinched. "I will not pry anymore. I am a man, believe me, I know when it comes to matters of the heart we are not much for sharing with other men. All I am going to say is that I can think of no better man to win the heart of my granddaughter. You have my approval," he ended with a friendly smile.
Ardeth Bay turned around to face his old friend, searching his eyes. When he realized that there was no mockery in his words, that he was, in fact, completely sincere, he slowly smiled back and then gestured to his head and then the sky above as a sign of respect. "Thank you. Your blessing is an honor."
The old explorer chuckled. "Oh this isn't even half of your battle, old friend. You've still got to convince the girl!"
'Allah, help me,' Ardeth Bay thought despondently.

"It's amazing what the ancient Egyptians were able to accomplish!" Raul Casablancas exclaimed with admiration as they completed their tour of the intact great pyramid of Giza.
Everyone else agreed, impressed with the sheer labor and years that it took to create the substantial monuments. Everyone except his son that is, who was completely uninterested in history and was busy with female tourists who recognized him. He had stuffed several numbers into the pockets of his shorts and Tiri and Laxmi had heard a girl giving him directions to a popular nightclub.
They were getting ready to retire from their excursions for the day. Ardeth Bay, whom her grandfather had introduced to the group as a very dear friend who was a desert tribesman, was invited back to their place by Raul Casablancas. The filmmaker was very happily picking apart the dark warrior's brain so to speak, asking him about desert life and survival skills.
Tiri was trying her best to remain haughty and aloof, but really she was rather fascinated as well.
Laxmi turned to her in the rented van as they departed. "Hey, I've got an idea. Let's go with Mr. Movie Star to the nightclub tonight. We're both of age now, and I'm dying to do something that doesn't involve dusty dead things." She turned her attention to Manuel Casablancas, who was busy texting. "Hey, Manuel, we're going with you to the club tonight, k?"
He slowly looked up. He eyed them both, assessing them. An oily smile spread across his handsome movie star face. "Fine by me. The more the merrier." He went back to texting.
Laxmi turned back to Tiri. "So what do ya say?"
Tiri could feel Ardeth Bay's gaze on the back of her head from the back seat, waiting for her response. "Sounds like fun," she said cheerfully.
An hour and a half later Laxmi and Tiri were both freshly scrubbed and sand-free.
"Do you think Ardeth Bay will want to come along?" Laxmi asked while she lined the lids of Tiri's golden eyes with black kohl.
"No," Tiri said resolutely. Laxmi arched a brow questioningly, but didn't push her to answer because it seemed like a touchy subject. She finished with Tiri's makeup.
Laxmi had turned Tiri into a mesmerizing blend of past and present. Laxmi had lined Tiri's eyes with the continuing black line extending past the outer corners as the ancient Egyptians had done. Her hair was left in its natural state, the caramel curls and the one wild turquoise streak tumbling down in a lush cascade. The top Laxmi lent to Tiri to wear from the robe shop was little more than a decorated handkerchief. It was completely covered in hand-woven beading and dripping in little ropes of the same beading which tickled against her ribcage where the top ended. It would have reminded one of an ancient harem girls' outfit were it not for the very modern skinny jeans and black high heels that completed the look.
Tiri's eyebrows went up so high when she looked at herself in the mirror that they were completely hidden behind her side-swept bangs.
"Wow. I look…slutty."
Laxmi stood next to her and smiled cherubically. "Yes you do!" she said proudly. "So let's go!"
Tiri took her ancient Egyptian necklace off and stashed it in her purse along with the dagger. She thought about tossing them unceremoniously back into her room just to spite Ardeth Bay even further, but something made her think better of it. She and Laxmi made their way downstairs. The men that were all chatting around the table went suddenly silent. Manuel, who usually looked sleepy and bored, for once was alert and wide eyed. Tiri wouldn't even look at the dark warrior, but nevertheless she could feel his eyes on her.
"Want to head out now?" Laxmi asked Manuel.
"Sure," he said, eyeing Laxmi's cleavage as he got up to head to the door, suddenly anxious to get there. "Let's get this party started!"
"When will you be back?" Tiri's grandfather asked in concern.
"When our carriage turns into a pumpkin," Tiri said dryly.
Laxmi giggled and hollered to everyone, "Bye!" as they left.
"Oh to be young and care free again," Raul Casablancas said with a chuckle.
Just as the door slammed shut Brad O'Connell came down from upstairs, phone attached to his ear. "Who left?" he idly asked the room at large.
"Your daughter," said Alex O'Connell gruffly. The old explorer imperceptibly nodded his head at Ardeth Bay, signaling him to follow the group who had just left. The incensed Medjai chieftain nodded back and silently left to take chase.

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