by Laura Martin
Seb waited for her to continue.
‘I have a specific destination in mind.’
‘Where?’
‘I can’t tell you, at least not yet.’
‘So you want me to be your guide to a specific destination but you won’t tell me where?’
She nodded.
‘I would find it rather difficult to guide you if I didn’t know where we were going.’
‘I would tell you, but only when we had got underway.’
Miss Knight was becoming more and more intriguing.
‘Perhaps if you have a map I could indicate a general area,’ Emma suggested.
Seb got to his feet and crossed to a set of drawers. He opened one, pulled out a map of Egypt and set it on his desk.
He watched as Emma smoothed down the edges and started to trace the familiar places with her fingertips. Despite her only having arrived in Cairo the day before Seb could tell she loved Egypt. A feather-light smile graced her lips as she ran her finger over Luxor and Alexandria and the great empty space of the desert.
‘We would start by heading down towards Luxor,’ Emma said.
‘The best way to reach Luxor is by boat.’
She shook her head.
‘We would need to go via the desert.’
When she didn’t elaborate any further Seb placed a finger on Cairo and then traced a route through the desert.
‘The desert is harsh and unforgiving. It would take a week to travel from Cairo to Luxor, if you hire good quality horses and have the stamina to stay in the saddle all day.’
‘So you’ll do it?’ Emma asked, her face lighting up.
Seb shook his head. ‘I’m sorry, Miss Knight, but I don’t take on jobs like this.’
‘Jobs like what?’
‘Mystery jobs. I need to know what I’m getting myself into.’
Emma sighed and stood. ‘I’m sorry to waste your time,’ she said. ‘Could you recommend anyone else who might be interested?’
Seb felt the blood drain from his face. He knew plenty of reprobates who would jump at the chance of luring a pretty young woman out into the desert.
‘The people of Egypt are kind and welcoming,’ he said slowly, ‘but unfortunately here, as in the rest of the world, there are criminals. People who will agree to do something only to abandon you in the middle of the desert with no money and no means of transport.’
Emma’s eyes widened, but in indignation, not shock. ‘I might look inexperienced and naive, Mr Oakfield, but I can assure you I know what dark streaks can run through people.’
He hoped not. A sheltered young woman shouldn’t have to know of the underbelly of society.
‘I just urge you to be careful in selecting a guide.’
‘I was. I came to you.’
He couldn’t argue with her logic.
She stood and started to cross over to the door. Seb could just picture her paying some sleazy man to guide her into the desert, only for him to take advantage of her and leave her for dead.
He ran a hand through his hair. It was none of his business; he hardly knew her. It wasn’t his job to protect her. Surely the Fitzgeralds would screen out the most unsuitable of guides.
Cursing silently, he strode over to the door and placed a hand on the wood just as Emma was turning the handle. He hated not being in control, and right now Emma was forcing his hand.
‘Why don’t you tell me a little more about your proposed route?’ he asked through gritted teeth.
The smile she gave him was almost worth it in itself. Seb could feel the tendrils of desire start to creep from somewhere deep inside him and wanted nothing more than to reach out and brush his fingers across her silky cheeks.
Emma broke the spell by bounding back across the room and flopping down into her chair. With a grimace Seb followed.
‘I would like to travel down through the desert about twenty miles west of the Nile.’ She traced her fingers along the map. ‘There are a few landmarks we would need to pass before I could tell you the rest of the directions.’
Slowly Seb realised what this was all about. She had a map, or at least a description of a route. That was why she was playing things close to her chest.
He shifted, wondering how to break it to her that most of the maps and scrolls circulating were fakes or forgeries. They promised tombs filled with untold riches, undiscovered since ancient times. In reality the scrolls had been produced en masse by a wily entrepreneur with dubious morals, eager to con an unsuspecting customer.
‘Emma,’ he started, then quickly corrected himself, ‘Miss Knight, it would be extremely difficult to plan a trip without knowing the final destination you had in mind.’
She shook her head as if it were impossible to tell him any more.
‘I would at least need to know a few more details. Perhaps you are working off a map or something that you might wish to share with me?’
Again another shake of her head. She wasn’t as naive as all that.
‘Would you step outside for a minute, Mr Oakfield?’ Emma asked.
Trying not to show his amusement at being banished from his own office, Seb graciously stepped outside and closed the door. He’d give her a minute and no more. No doubt she was retrieving the scroll from wherever it was hidden on her person. He closed his eyes and leant his head back against the wall; he could almost picture her rolling up the hem of her skirt, exposing the creamy white skin of her legs.
He groaned softly. Spending two weeks in the desert with Emma would be the worst idea imaginable. Not only would they be going off on a wild goose chase, he would be subjected to two weeks in the company of a woman he found exquisitely alluring.
Rousing himself, Seb pushed open the door with no warning knock. Emma almost jumped from her seat. He heard the rustle of paper or papyrus and caught a glimpse of the scroll she was doing her best to hide away in her skirts.
Seb’s breath caught in his throat. He’d only seen one corner of the document, but that was enough to set his heart pounding. The royal seal of Rameses II was in the top left corner. The papyrus was old, almost falling apart and the ink that had been used was faded.
Seb had seen plenty of forgeries that looked this good, but something made him pause. There was a quality about the document, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, that made him certain it was genuine. Miss Emma Knight had somehow got her hands on an authentic Ancient Egyptian scroll.
He tried not to let his excitement show. For years he had been searching for something like this, an opportunity to discover an important tomb for himself. Nonchalantly he strolled over to his desk and sat down.
‘Have you any more information for me?’ Seb asked, trying to keep the excitement from his voice.
What he really wanted was a good look at the document. He wondered if it was a map or a written passage, something that described a location.
‘From my calculations it would take about a week to reach the destination I have in mind.’
Seb mentally calculated where that would take them on the map. Close to Luxor, close to the tombs in the Valley of the Kings. Over a decade ago Belzoni had discovered a few new tombs in the area, but not much had been uncovered since. Maybe Emma had a map of the location of an undiscovered pharaoh’s tomb.
He frowned. If that was the case, he was unsure why they had to go by land. It would take them a few days to travel from Cairo to Luxor on the river, and from there the Valley of the Kings was easily accessible.
So maybe it was somewhere else altogether.
‘And who would be travelling?’ Seb asked.
‘Just myself and Ahmed.’
A small party, then. And notably no female chaperone.
Seb sighed and then nodded. ‘Very well, Miss Knight. I’ll do
it. But you will have to trust me with more details once the trip is underway.’
Emma bounded from her seat and threw her arms around his neck. Seb was unprepared for her reaction. He felt her lithe body press up against his and instinctively his arms encircled her waist, pulling her in closer to him. She was warm and firm beneath his touch and Seb wanted nothing more than to lay her back on the desk and cover her with his body.
With great self-resolve Seb gently pulled away. He was going to be living in close proximity with Emma for the next couple of weeks, so he would have to learn to curb his urges.
Chapter Seven
Emma fastened her bonnet under her chin and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The desert was going to be an unforgiving place. Within minutes her skin would redden and freckle, her throat would become parched and she would start to perspire. She knew all of this and more. She knew one wrong turn and they could be lost for weeks amongst the sand dunes, without water or hope of rescue. She knew there could be bandits eager to rob them for any money they carried or even just for a flask of water.
Emma knew of all the dangers but she still couldn’t help but feel a thrum of anticipation for the expedition. All her life she had been sheltered, shielded from the real world. And all her life she had listened to her father’s stories of Egypt, of the adventures he’d shared with her mother when she was alive. Now here she was, about to set off on an adventure of her own.
‘Are you ready, my dear?’ Colonel Fitzgerald asked as she hurried down the stairs to the hallway.
Emma glanced behind her, wondering whether she was making a mistake. It would be so easy to call the whole thing off, to spend the next month enjoying civilised Cairo, but she would regret her cowardice for the rest of her life.
‘I’m ready.’
Colonel Fitzgerald was taking her to meet Sebastian. Mrs Fitzgerald still had no idea Emma was about to set off into the desert with just Mr Oakfield as her guide. Emma knew it was cowardly, but she was glad she wasn’t going to be there when Mrs Fitzgerald found out. No doubt Colonel Fitzgerald would be subjected to a long lecture on how irresponsible he’d been to allow her to go gallivanting off into the desert with no female chaperone. Maybe the old colonel would claim he’d hired someone for the occasion.
Ahmed came hurrying down the stairs carrying her small bag. She had packed light, forgoing all the luxuries she had brought with her to Egypt. She knew they would be riding all day and camping at night. There would be no spare water to bathe in and no spare horses to carry her baggage. She had packed just one change of underclothes and one clean dress, the lightest garment she possessed. The bundle Ahmed carried weighed hardly anything and Emma was confident she would be able to transport it all the way herself if required.
Just as they were about to leave, Dalila came hurrying towards them with a soft bundle over her shoulder.
Colonel Fitzgerald turned to Emma and explained, ‘Dalila is going to visit her family for a few days, but if anyone asks she is to be your chaperone whilst you are in the desert.’
Emma nodded, understanding how the colonel’s mind worked. He might be happy to trust Sebastian Oakfield with her virtue, but he wasn’t silly enough to think other people had the same high opinion of him. This deception would protect her reputation.
Colonel Fitzgerald led their little procession out of the house and up into the carriage. Emma found herself unable to sit still; she was nervous, she realised, and it wasn’t entirely because of the nature of the trip. Her mind kept skirting around the real issue that was bothering her, unable or unwilling to admit that she was nervous about spending such a long time in Sebastian’s company.
The man did things to her brain she couldn’t explain. Ever since that ill-advised night with Freddie, and the disastrous morning after, Emma had built up her defences. The charms of men no longer worked upon her. She could see a lingering look or dazzling smile for what it really was: flirtation with no real meaning. She had continued to socialise, despite all the disgusted looks and whispering behind hands, but she had done so with her defences firmly up.
But Sebastian was another matter altogether. Ever since the first moment their eyes had met over the sparkling waters of the Nile, Emma hadn’t been able to get the man out of her head. She seemed to lose all reason when she was around him. A smile or a fleeting touch set her heart pounding in her chest and made her want to smile or touch back. She found herself thinking of him even when he wasn’t around, imagining his response to a comment in a conversation, or his smile when something amusing was said.
It was ridiculous, when she thought about it. She’d only met the man three times and now she was imagining him everywhere.
Emma supposed it was inevitable, really. Sebastian was a good-looking man, in an unconventional way. He didn’t look or act a single bit like Freddie, or the other men of her acquaintance back in England, and she supposed that was part of his appeal. Whereas most Englishmen would be ashamed of bronzed skin, which showed they spent most of the day outdoors, Sebastian probably rolled his sleeves up at every opportunity. And his shock of blond hair wasn’t cut or styled to the latest fashion, it just flopped over his eyes like an unruly mane. His personality, so carefree and happy, was also a contrast to the men of the ton, who seemed to want to pretend they were bored and tired of everything. Sebastian was a man who looked as if he could enjoy himself.
Emma shook her head ruefully. She shouldn’t be thinking of him that way. Sebastian Oakfield was her guide, nothing more. She was paying the man to escort her through Egypt. She shouldn’t be thinking about his unruly hair or bronzed skin or the way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight like the most precious of jewels.
She was a mature woman, not a girl any longer. Sebastian might be handsome and funny and kind, but any involvement with him other than the strictly professional would be a bad idea, and so she would just have to put his charming smile from her mind.
The carriage slowed to a stop and Emma took a second to compose herself before getting down. She allowed Colonel Fitzgerald to take her hand and assist her to the ground, and had to force herself not to cling to the old man. This was her adventure and she was going to enjoy every second of it.
‘Miss Knight.’ Sebastian’s low voice in her ear made her shiver with anticipation. ‘Are you all ready for our expedition?’
The croak that came from Emma’s throat made her wish the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. Taking a deep breath, she coughed, then turned to face Sebastian.
‘I’m very much looking forward to getting started,’ Emma said.
‘It’s not going to be an easy two weeks,’ Sebastian warned as he turned back to one of the beautiful horses and adjusted the harness.
‘I’m prepared for that.’
‘Most nights we will sleep under the stars.’
Emma tried not to look too excited. She’d always dreamed of sleeping under the stars in the desert, like a true adventuress.
‘I am looking forward to falling asleep with nature around me.’
‘And it’s going to be unbearably hot, in the day.’
‘I like the heat.’
‘And freezing cold at night.’
‘That’ll be a nice respite from the warmth of the day.’
‘The desert is filled with dangerous creatures and bandits.’
Emma smiled sweetly at Sebastian. ‘I’m confident you’ll protect me.’
‘So you haven’t changed your mind?’ Sebastian studied her face for a long few seconds.
‘I haven’t changed my mind,’ she confirmed.
Sebastian broke out into a full grin. ‘Good, I’m looking forward to the next two weeks.’
He turned away and shouted an order in Arabic. Two boys came scuttling towards them and stood to attention before Sebastian.
‘Miss Knight
, can I introduce you to our travelling companions? This is Akil and this is Akins.’
The two boys saluted.
‘Nice to meet you, missus,’ Akil said.
He was nudged hard by his brother who whispered something in his ear.
‘Miss,’ he corrected himself.
‘It is a pleasure to meet you, too.’
The two boys looked almost identical apart from their heights. Emma surmised they were brothers, maybe a year apart in age. Both had a shock of dark hair, round dark eyes and were covered in bruises on their arms and legs. She guessed they were probably a handful.
Sebastian said something else in Arabic and the boys scuttled away, each to a horse who was far too large for their small frames.
‘We travel light. It will be just the two of us, the boys and Ahmed.’
Emma swallowed. The next couple of weeks were going to be intimate, to say the least.
‘Where’s your luggage?’ Sebastian asked, turning to look into the carriage.
Emma motioned to the small bundle by her feet.
Sebastian’s eyes widened with surprise.
‘That’s all you’ve brought?’
Emma nodded.
He picked up the bundle and opened it. Emma started to protest but he silenced her with a stern look.
‘I need to make sure you’ve got what is needed to survive for two weeks in the desert.’
‘I packed light,’ Emma said quietly as he examined the contents of her bundle.
‘Good.’ He held up the dress she’d brought. ‘It covers up most of your skin. An hour in the desert and you can burn so much your skin blisters.’
Emma felt a small measure of accomplishment that she’d managed to pack the right dress.
Sebastian continued through her bundle, rifling through the contents. Suddenly Emma froze; the only other things she’d packed were her undergarments, which meant Sebastian was now handling them.
She snatched the bundle back and tried to fight the blush she knew was rising to her cheeks. Sebastian didn’t look even a little abashed.
