Susan Mallery - The Sheikh & the Princess In Waiting

by The Sheikh

  But he had always been a fool where Emma was concerned. From the first moment he’d met her that night on campus. She had smiled at him and he had been lost.

  She swayed with him, sighing softly and snuggling close. She belonged, he thought. Whether laughing with his people in the desert or conversing with heads of state. She fit in. She made people feel at ease and never expected to be the center of attention. She was smart, kind and a woman of honor.

  The fire always lurking below the surface flared to life and began to consume him. The need grew until he had no choice but to give in. He took her hand in his and pulled her toward a small alcove behind on of the decorated pillars.

  “But the dance isn’t over,” Emma said. “Can’t we finish the dance?”

  Instead of answering, he drew her close and kissed her.

  She melted into his embrace, parting her lips instantly and clinging to him. She stroked his tongue with her own and moaned softly. Her hands slipped under his jacket where she rubbed his back.

  “Better than dancing,” she whispered when he pulled back to kiss her jaw, then her neck. “I’ll give up dancing for kissing you anytime.”

  He nibbled the sensitive skin below her ear and made her groan. She reached for his hands and brought them to her breasts.

  As he cupped her full curves, he stared into her eyes and saw an answering passion there.

  “Make love with me,” she pleaded.

  He knew how right it would feel. How good things would be between them. He knew she was wet to his hard, yielding and aroused. He knew he could claim her, mark her, make her his. And he knew the price he would pay if he did.

  Without saying a word, he dropped his hands to his sides, turned and walked away. Emma’s soft cry of pain made him pause, but only for a second. Then he resumed his stride and left the ballroom without looking back.

  Chapter 11

  Emma couldn’t tell how much of the ache in her body came from her champagne hangover and how much came from humiliation. It wasn’t just that Reyhan had left her alone at the party, it was that he’d kissed her and touched her, making her think he wanted her, and then he’d walked away. She felt both hurt and bruised, as if he’d been playing kick ball with her heart.

  She curled up in the dining room chair and tried to work up some interest in the breakfast laid out there, but it wasn’t happening. She’d taken a walk on the balcony encircling this level of the palace and that hadn’t helped, either.

  Maybe she should shower and see if she could wash away the sense of having been a fool for a man who hadn’t even noticed.

  She stood and stretched. The good news is her parents were heading off to have a good time. The cruise was leaving that afternoon. As far as she could tell, they hadn’t witnessed her humiliation, so she wasn’t going to have to talk about it with them. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to stop thinking about it.

  She headed for the bathroom. What had gone wrong? One second Reyhan had been kissing her as if he’d really enjoyed it. He’d been the one to pull her into the alcove, he’d been the one touching her. Except she’d brought his hands to her breasts. Had he disliked her being aggressive? Did he need to be in charge?

  She didn’t want to think that was true. He’d never been weird about having to “be the man.” Not that she had a whole lot of sexual experience with him or anyone. Had she freaked him out when she’d—

  Emma had been so deep in thought she hadn’t noticed the steam and heat in the bathroom. It was only as she came around the corner and saw Reyhan stepping out of the shower that she realized she wasn’t alone.

  He was wet and naked. Water dripped from his arms and legs, from his hair.

  Droplets ran down his cheeks. Her gaze met his and she found herself unable to turn away.

  In less than two seconds, she went from hurt and hungover to hungry. She wanted to touch him all over and have him touch her back. She was aware of his arousal growing, thickening. As if he was getting as turned on as she was.

  She licked her lips. “What are you doing here? You’re usually gone long before I wake up.”

  “I went riding at sunrise and came back to shower.”

  He was now fully erect. The sight of him made her midsection clench. He obviously wanted her, so why was he just standing there?

  He reached out his arm. For one brief heartbeat, she thought he was going to pull her close. Instead he grabbed a towel and turned his back on her.

  “I’ll be done in a few minutes.”

  It was a very polite invitation to leave.

  Emma dropped her head, realized the sudden burning in her eyes came from unshed tears and fled to her bedroom. She closed the door behind herself and leaned against it.

  Ten days ago she’d considered the king’s insistence that she stay for another two months a stroke of good fortune. Now it was torture—a prison sentence that trapped her with a man who wanted nothing to do with her.

  Reyhan read his e-mail without understanding what any of it said. Instead of words he saw Emma’s hurt eyes and the tears that had filled them as she turned away from him and fled the bathroom. Two hours and three meetings later, he hadn’t been able to erase the memory of her confusion and pain.

  He’d caused her that pain. No matter how much he wanted to escape the truth, it remained. He’d never meant to hurt her and the need to make it up to her was strong.

  He instantly thought of returning to their room and offering her what they both wanted. That would ease the throbbing inside of him and hopefully bring her pleasure. But he couldn’t risk it for himself and he wouldn’t make her promises he did not intend to keep.

  Determined to lose himself in his work, he returned his attention to his e-mail.

  An hour or so later, his phone buzzed and his assistant announced that Will was on the phone.

  “There’s been a change in circumstances,” his head of security said as soon as Reyhan came on the line.

  Reyhan swore. “What?”

  “I’m holding Fadl.”

  Fadl was the son of a prominent chief. “What happened?”

  “He was caught stealing drilling equipment. Two other men were with him.”

  Reyhan frowned. “Did he say why he wanted it?”

  “He’s not talking. I have a few theories of my own. He could sell it on the black market and make a few bucks.”

  “That sounds like too much work for him and his friends.”

  “Agreed. He could also sabotage it somehow and then return it to inventory. When the replacement parts were put into service, we could have a pretty impressive disaster.”

  Reyhan shook his head. Was that possible? Had the boys decided to act on their threats? “We’re going to have to inspect all parts in inventory and anything put into service in the past few months.”

  “I’ve already got men on that. I’m also rounding up the rest of his buddies.

  They’ve scattered so it may take a while.”

  “Keep on it. I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”

  “Good. Maybe Fadl will talk to you. I’m getting nowhere.”

  “I’ll see what I can do. As the prince, I can make certain threats to his family he wouldn’t believe from you. I’ll be there shortly.”

  “We’ll be waiting.”

  Reyhan hung up the phone and considered his options. While he had been willing to keep his bargain with the chiefs up to a point, the rules had now changed. If Fadl was stealing—or worse, sabotaging—then he and his friends had to be stopped. Being young and sons of chiefs would not protect them anymore.

  He called his assistant into his office and made arrangements for his meetings to be rescheduled. Once he’d reserved the helicopter and told the pilots where they were going, he walked to his father’s offices. The guards there waved him inside, where he found the king on the phone.

  “Reyhan,” his father said cheerfully when he’d hung up. “What brings you to me this fine morning?”

  “Will has det
ained Fadl, Bihjan’s son.” He quickly recounted what his security chief had told him.

  King Hassan didn’t look happy. “Have they moved from making threats to acting on them?”

  “That’s what I plan to find out. Will is going to invite Fadl’s friends to join him in custody. We’ll send a team in to search their camp. If they’ve already sabotaged replacement parts we should find evidence. Regardless, all the equipment will be inspected.”

  “Which means shutting down production for a few days.”

  Reyhan had already done the calculations. “We’ll be back online at the end of the week.” He shook his head. “There is also the possibility this was Fadl’s plan all along. To get caught in such a way that we would have to shut down. But I won’t take the risk. All the wells will be inspected.”

  “What are the international ramifications?”

  “Minimal. We’ll issue a statement saying we’re running scheduled inspections, and production for the next month will be increased to make up the difference.”

  The king raised his eyebrows. “But the inspections aren’t scheduled.”

  “They are now.”

  “Good point. When do you leave?”

  “As soon as we’re done here.”

  “I’m sure Emma will enjoy the trip.”

  Reyhan stared at his father. “You can’t be serious. I am not taking her with me.”

  “Of course you are. You already have their leader in custody and will soon have the rest of his men. She won’t be in any danger. If you’re truly concerned about her standing out, have her put on native dress. I’m sure she’ll look especially fetching.”

  Reyhan glanced at the sleeping tabby on the sofa in the corner and thought about throwing the creature at his father. But he recognized the stubborn look in the king’s eyes and knew he didn’t have a choice. Take Emma. It was a ridiculous request, and he refused to acknowledge the sudden pleasure he felt.

  He left his father and headed for his rooms. At least Fadl’s activities had been more passive than violent. Reyhan wouldn’t have to worry about Emma walking into the middle of a gunfight.

  He steeled himself, vowing not to react when he saw her. She sat on the sofa, reading and looked up when he entered.

  “I have to go into the desert,” he said. “I’ll be gone a day or two. The king has suggested you accompany me.”

  Her green eyes were wide and unreadable. She looked both hurt and broken. As if her spirit had received one too many mortal blows.

  That was his doing, he acknowledged shamefully. He’d been the one to reject her over and over. He reached for the phone and pressed three buttons. As he waited for his call to be answered, he wondered if there was some way he could explain so that she would understand and see this wasn’t about her. Not really. His actions were about himself. Then he admitted he doubted that information would be of much comfort to her.

  He made his request, hung up and returned his attention to her.

  She hadn’t moved, except to close the book. “Are they for me?” she asked, referring to the traditional garments he had ordered.

  “Yes. I’ll need you to wear them while we’re at the camp. I don’t expect any trouble, but regardless, they’ll keep you safe.”

  “You don’t want me to go with you,” she said flatly.

  “What I want isn’t important.”

  “It is to me.”

  He stood behind a club chair and rested his hands on the back. “This is business. There has been an arrest. I’m confident everything will go smoothly but as I am not completely sure, I would prefer you not be there.”

  “So this is only about keeping me safe?”

  He nodded.

  “I don’t believe you. Wanting me to stay is about more than that.” She rose and faced him. “I want to speak to the king and tell him you find my presence intolerable. There’s no reason for me to stay here and both of us to be tortured. I don’t believe that’s his purpose. Once he knows there is no hope for a reconciliation, then he’ll agree to the divorce and you’ll be free of me.”

  As she spoke, she squared her shoulders and met his gaze with a confidence that impressed him. The frightened little girl she had been was completely gone and in her place was a self-sufficient woman.

  She stood before him, offering him his freedom and all he wanted was to pull her close and claim her as his own forever. He longed for her with a need that defied description and still he would let her go.

  “When we return,” he told her, “we will both talk to the king.”

  Light faded from her eyes, as if the last flame of her spirit had been extinguished. Reyhan wanted to move closer, to touch her and tell her his reasons were not what she thought, but he stayed where he was and dug his fingers into the back of the chair.

  “I guess I should pack a few things,” she said tonelessly. “What do I wear under the robes?”

  “Whatever will be most comfortable. The days are hot, the nights cool. Jeans or slacks will give you freedom of movement.”

  She nodded and headed for her bedroom. He retreated to his quarters where he quickly collected a few belongings. By the time he returned to the living room, the traditional robes had been left on the sofa.

  Emma didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror, but she didn’t know how much of that had to do with the yards of fabric that covered her from head to toe and how much had to do with her bleeding to death from the inside out.

  Reyhan wanted her to leave.

  She supposed she’d known there were problems and that he didn’t want to sleep with her again, but that was a far cry from having him practically jump with joy at the thought of never seeing her again. She’d hoped to shock him with her suggestion that she speak with the king and ask to leave sooner. Instead he’d agreed with her plan. He was going to get everything he wanted and she would spend the rest of her life in love with a man who didn’t want to be with her.

  Emma didn’t know exactly when she’d fallen in love with him, or if it had been with her, buried for the past six years. Did it matter? More important than the how or when was the reality of losing Reyhan for a second time.

  He escorted her to a helicopter. Nervous excitement at flying in one for the first time eased some of her heartache. She strapped herself in and picked up the headset Reyhan pointed to. When the engine roared to life and the rotors began to move, she understood that the headset was the only way they would be able to communicate.

  “We’re going about a hundred miles into the desert,” he said into his microphone. “To the western edge of the central oil fields.”

  She could see his lips moving and hear the sound coming through her speakers.

  The helicopter rose.

  Emma clutched the armrests as the aircraft zoomed up and forward, moving dizzyingly fast. The sensation was very different from a plane, but not unpleasant. She watched the edge of the city disappear under them, then there was only the vast stretches of nothing.

  “A young man was arrested today,” Reyhan said. “He was stealing replacement parts for the oil rigs. We’re not sure if he planned to sell them on the black market or sabotage them and put them back into inventory.”

  “Faulty parts could create an economic and ecological disaster.”

  Reyhan nodded approvingly at her grasp of the situation. “Exactly. His friends are being rounded up and will also be arrested. The man we caught, Fadl, has been unwilling to tell us what he’s up to. I want to talk to him and see if I can convince him to cooperate.”

  She remembered what Reyhan had said about the nomads’ need to be free. “Will he go to prison?”

  “Probably. It depends on the seriousness of his crime. In this case, simply stealing would be a relief to everyone.”

  “An odd reality.”

  He smiled. “How true.”

  She turned away because she didn’t want to smile back. She didn’t want to feel that things were once again well between them. How could he act as if nothing w
as wrong?

  She stared out the window and reminded herself that he had made it clear from the beginning that he wanted her out of his life. She’d been the one to forget that and try to change the rules. Was it his fault he hadn’t agreed?

  “There is a small camp of nomads by the oil station,” he said. “They are friendly and you will be safe in their company. Even so I will assign two men to stay with you. Just in case.”

  “That’s fine. Are there any cultural rules I should keep in mind?”

  “No. Simply be yourself and they will adore you.”

  As I do.

  He didn’t speak the words, but Emma heard them. They hung in the silence between them as loud as the engine. She looked at Reyhan, but he was staring out of his window and she couldn’t see his expression.

  A trick of her own imagination, she told herself. Nothing more. Her feelings for him weren’t going to change anything and she had to remember that.

  They touched down about an hour later. Emma saw the low buildings clustered together and the oil rigs beyond. To the left, a dozen or so tents were pitched close to the bubbling oasis. Reyhan had told her the pool was fed by an underground spring.

  He climbed out of the helicopter first, then held out his hand to assist her.

  She took it and instantly felt the warmth of his fingers. Weakness invaded her, a weakness she had to learn to control and eventually conquer.

  In time, she promised herself. She would heal in time.

  Reyhan entered the interrogation room and stared at the young man sitting there.

  Fadl was all of eighteen, slightly built and sullen looking. The youngest son of a powerful chief. While he would not have inherited all his father’s wealth, he could have made a good life for himself with the tribe. Instead, he’d chosen to take what he wanted.

  “You have crossed me,” he told the young man. “You knew that your father didn’t want you harmed or arrested. He thought you would come to see the error of your ways. But I am not a foolish old man who still indulges a spoiled child. I am Prince Reyhan of Bahania and now we will play by my rules.”