Deceit

“Avery’s my cousin. He wrote that he was shorthanded at the dig here this year and didn’t I need a break from my graduate studies?” Jason, who had already introduced himself around as Jordan, although he would prefer being called by his nickname, James, had looked down to see that Jasmine was reading a Jane Austen book during her break. Pride and Prejudice. Jasmine was sitting under a canvas awning, where the diggers at the Roman baths excavation at Madaba went for relief from the sun. She wasn’t wearing much more than Jason was, who was in short shorts and sandals. Of course she didn’t go bare-chested on the dig as he often did, but even when where a top, she was ogled as much as he was. His tan was magnificent. Hers wasn’t bad either. The two of them had been eyeing each other for a couple of days. Earlier today was the first time they spoke.

“Although we really shouldn’t mention the relationship much,” he continued. “Avery doesn’t want to seem to favor me. So, we should just pretend that he and I aren’t related.”

“Avery does seem to favor you,” she said, her voice husky and sexy. She was, in fact, a very sexy woman–very curvy. She also was something around thirty, at least eight years older than Jason was. The age difference only enhanced Jason’s interest in her. That he was younger and a blond hunk seemed to enhance Jasmine’s interest in him. She’d been quite forthcoming with him, saying she wasn’t married, no, but she was the mistress of someone high up in the Jordanian Defense Ministry–a general. She’d rattled off his name and Jason had feigned being impressed, but he’d immediately forgotten the name. He was more interested that she had no bones about saying she was someone’s mistress. Mistress meant sex. Jason was a well-rounded guy. He wanted to have sex with her as much as he liked having sex with men.

Was the woman coming on to him? Yes, she was, Jason decided. He didn’t mind that a bit.