Why was he looking at her as though he wanted to ravish her where she stood? No, she didn’t want to think about that. He was a large man and judging by those thick muscles, very strong. And what gave men the right to such sinfully long eyelashes? She gathered her wandering thoughts. “I know this is a joke, even though I don’t understand it, but it’s starting to wear thin. Please, tell me where I am.”

“You are in Kemet, in Egypt. And this is my home.”

She wanted to scream. “I know I’m in Egypt! I flew in yesterday.” Her voice rose in frustration. Couldn’t he stop teasing? Her head hurt too much for stupid games.

He shifted and she wondered what was on his mind. Calm down, Alex. Don’t antagonize him. You don’t know what he’s capable of.

Drawing in a long, deep breath she counted to three and began again. “Okay. If you want to play games, I have some questions.”

He sat up and the towel slipped further exposing a longer length of perfectly muscled thigh, which he made no attempt to cover. “I’m sure you will have many.”

That was something anyway. Maybe he was ready to cooperate. She dragged her gaze back to his face and drew in a deep breath. “What dynasty am I. . .? What dynasty did I land in?”