Sheikh's Desert Duty

by Maisey Yates

  ‘Billie...?’ Dee asked from the kitchen doorway. ‘Who is it? Is there something up?’

  ‘Nothing.’ Billie rescued her voice from her convulsed throat and stooped down in a jerky movement to scoop up Theo, her dazed gaze roaming over her cousin’s children who were studying Gio as though he had just dropped in from Mars. ‘Dee...could you take the kids?’

  Her voice emerged all husky and shaken and she had to force herself to direct her attention back to Gio while Dee put out her arms for Theo and urged her own children into the kitchen with her. The kitchen door closed, sealing the hall into a sudden claustrophobic silence.

  ‘I asked you why you were here and why you would have looked for me in the first place,’ Billie reminded her unwelcome visitor doggedly.

  ‘Are you really planning to stage this long-overdue meeting on the doorstep?’ Gio drawled, all velvety smoothness and sophistication. He was taking control the way he always did and it unnerved her.

  ‘Why not?’ Billie whispered helplessly, struggling to drag her eyes from his devastatingly handsome features, remembering all the many times she had run her fingers through his thick black hair, loving him, loving each and every thing about him, even his flaws. ‘I don’t owe you the time of day!’

  Gio was disconcerted by that comeback from a woman who had once respected his every word and done everything possible to please him, and his lean, strong face set taut and hard. ‘You’re being rude,’ he told her icily.

  Billie’s hand clutched at the edge of the front door while she wondered if its support was all that was keeping her upright. He was so cool, so collected and such a bully, really couldn’t help being one. Life had spoilt Gio Letsos although he had never seen it that way. People flattered him to an extraordinary degree and went out of their way to win his approval. And once she had been the same, she acknowledged wretchedly. She had never stood up to him, never told him how she really felt, had always been far too afraid of spoiling things and then losing him. Only a very naïve woman would have failed to foresee that naturally Gio would choose to walk away from her first.

  Her abstracted gaze took in the fact that her neighbour was staring over the fence at them, possibly even close enough to catch snippets of the conversation. Embarrassment made her step back from the door. ‘You’d better come in.’

  Gio strode into the tiny sitting room, stepping with care round the toys strewn untidily about the room. He swallowed up all the available space, Billie thought numbly as she hastily switched off the television, which was playing a noisy children’s cartoon. He was so tall, so broad and she had forgotten the way he dominated any room he occupied.

  ‘You said I was rude,’ she said flatly as she carefully shut the sitting room door, ensuring their privacy.

  She kept her back turned to him as long as possible, shielding herself from the explosive effects of Gio’s potent charisma as best she could. It wasn’t fair that just being in the same room with him should send a shower of sparks tingling through her and give her that oh, so dangerous sense of excitement and anticipation that had once seduced her into behaving like a very stupid woman. He was so very, very good-looking that it hurt to look at him and the effect of seeing him on the doorstep had stimulated her memories. In her mind’s eye, she was seeing the straight black brows, the utterly gorgeous dark golden eyes, the distinctly imperious blade of his nose, the high cheekbones, the bronzed Mediterranean skin, the beautiful, wide, sensual mouth that had made seduction an indescribable pleasure.

  ‘You were rude,’ Gio told her without hesitation.

  ‘But I was entitled to be. Two years ago, you married another woman,’ Billie reminded him over her shoulder, angry that it could still hurt her to have to force that statement out. Unhappily there was no escaping the demeaning truth that she had been good enough to sleep with but not good enough to be considered for anything more important or permanent in Gio’s life. ‘You’re nothing to do with me any more!’

  ‘I’m divorced,’ Gio breathed in a raw-edged undertone because nothing was going as he had expected. Billie had never attacked him before, never dared to question his behaviour. This new version of Billie was taking him by surprise.

  ‘How is that my business?’ Billie shot back at him, quick as a flash, while refusing to think that startling declaration of divorce through or react to it in any way. ‘I still remember you telling me that your marriage was none of my business.’

  ‘But then you made it your business by using it as an excuse to walk out on me.’

  ‘I didn’t need an excuse!’ A familiar sense of wonderment was gripping Billie while she listened, once again, to Gio vocalise his supremely selfish and arrogant outlook. ‘The minute you married, we were over and done. I never pretended it would be any other way—’

  ‘You were my mistress!’

  Colour lashed Billie’s cheeks as though he had slapped her. ‘In your mind, not mine. I was only with you because I fell in love with you, not for the jewellery and the clothes and the fancy apartment,’ she spelled out thinly, her hands curling together in front of her in a defensive, nervous gesture.

  ‘But there was no reason for you to leave. My bride had no objection to me keeping a mistress,’ Gio stressed with growing impatience.

  My bride. Even the label still hurt. The back of her eyelids stung with tears and she hated herself but she hated him more. Gio was so insensitive, so self-centred. How on earth had she ever contrived to love him? And why the heck would he have tracked her down? For what possible reason?

  ‘Sometimes I honestly think you talk like an alien from another planet, Gio,’ Billie countered, tightly controlling her anger and her pain. ‘In my world decent men do not marry one woman and continue sleeping with another. That is not acceptable to me and the idea that you found a woman to marry who didn’t care who you slept with just depresses me.’

  ‘But I am free now,’ Gio reminded her, frowning while he wondered what the hell had happened to Billie to change her so much that she could start arguing with him the minute he reappeared.

  ‘I don’t want to be rude but I’d like you to leave,’ Billie admitted unevenly.

  ‘You haven’t even heard what I have to say. What the hell is the matter with you?’ Gio demanded, shaken into outright disbelief by her aggressive attitude.

  ‘I don’t want to hear what you have to say. Why would I? We broke up a long time ago!’

  ‘We didn’t break up—you walked out, vanished,’ Gio contradicted with harsh censorious emphasis.

  ‘Gio...you told me I needed to wise up when you informed me you were getting married and I did exactly like you said...the way I always did,’ Billie muttered tartly. ‘I wised up and that means not listening to a word you have to say.’

  ‘I don’t know you like this.’

  ‘Why would you? It’s been two years since we were together and I’m not the same person any more,’ Billie told him with pride.

  ‘It might help if you could actually look me in the eye and tell me that,’ Gio quipped, scrutinising her rigid back.

  Reddening, Billie finally spun round and collided dangerously with stunning deep-set dark eyes, heavily fringed with lashes. The very first time she had seen those eyes he had been ill, running a high temperature and a dangerous fever, but those eyes had been no less mesmerising. She swallowed hard. ‘I’ve changed—’

  ‘Not convinced, moli mou.’ Gio gazed steadily back at her, enjoying the burst of sexual static now thickening the atmosphere. That her tension mirrored his told him everything he needed to know. Nothing had changed, certainly not the most basic chemistry of all. ‘I want you back.’

  In shock, Billie stopped breathing, but within seconds his admission made a crazy kind of Gio-based sense to her. By any standards, his marriage had lasted a ludicrously short time and she knew Gio didn’t like change in his private life.
To his skewed way of thinking, reconciling with his former mistress might well now seem the most attractive and convenient option. ‘No way,’ she said breathlessly.

  ‘I still want you and you still want me—’

  ‘I’ve built a whole new life here. I can’t just abandon it,’ Billie muttered, wondering why on earth she was stooping to making such empty excuses. ‘You and me...it didn’t work—’

  ‘It worked brilliantly,’ he contradicted.

  ‘And your marriage didn’t?’ Billie could not resist asking.

  His hard facial bones locked in an expression she remembered from the past. It closed her out, warned she had crossed a boundary. ‘Since I’m divorced, obviously not,’ he fielded, smooth as glass.

  ‘But you and I,’ Gio husked, reaching out to grasp her hands before she could guess his intention, ‘did work very successfully—’

  ‘Depends on your definition of successful,’ Billie parried, her hands trembling in his, perspiration dampening her entire skin surface. ‘I wasn’t happy—’

  ‘You were always happy,’ Gio had no hesitation in asserting, because her chirpy, sunny nature was what he remembered most about her.

  Billie tried and failed to draw her hands free of his without making a production out of it. ‘I wasn’t happy,’ she repeated again, shivering as the almost forgotten scent of him assailed her nostrils: clean, fresh male overlaid with tones of citrus and something that was uniquely Gio, so familiar even after all the time that had passed that for a charged and very dangerous split second she wanted to lean closer and sniff him up like an intoxicating drug. ‘Please let go, Gio. Coming here was a waste of your time.’

  His hot urgent mouth swooped down on hers and he feasted on her parted lips with fiery enthusiasm, plundering and ravishing with a hunger she had never forgotten. Electrifying excitement shot through Billie like a lightning bolt to stimulate every skin cell in her body. The erotic thrust of his tongue into her mouth consumed her with burning heat and a crazy urge to get even closer to that lean, virile body of his. Wild hunger started a glow of warmth in her pelvis and made her nipples tighten and strain. She wanted, she wanted...and then sanity returned like a cold drop of water on her overheated skin when Theo wailed from the kitchen, jarring every maternal sense she possessed back to wakefulness.

  Wrenching her mouth free of his, Billie looked up into the smouldering dark golden eyes that had once broken her heart and said what she needed to say, what she owed it to herself to say. ‘Please leave, Gio...’

  Billie stood at the window watching Gio climb into his long black limousine on the street outside, her fingernails biting into her palms like sharp-pointed knives. Without even trying he had torn her in two, teaching her that her recovery was not as complete as she had imagined. Letting Gio walk away from her had almost killed her and there was still a weak, wicked part of her that longed to snatch him back with both hands. But she knew it was pointless, because Gio would be furious if he ever found out that Theo was his child.

  Right from the start, Billie had known and accepted that truth when, finding herself accidentally pregnant, she had chosen to give birth to a baby fathered by a male who had only wanted her for her body. There would be no support or understanding from Gio on the score of an illegitimate child, whom he would prefer not to have been born. She had only been with him a few weeks when he had told her that if she ever fell pregnant he would regard it as a disaster and that it would destroy their relationship, so she couldn’t say she hadn’t been warned. She had finally decided that what he didn’t know about wouldn’t hurt him and she had so much love to give their son that she had convinced herself that Theo would not suffer from the lack of a father.

  Or so she had thought...until after Theo’s birth when concerns began to steadily nibble gaping holes in her one-time conviction that she had made the right decision. Then she had guiltily asked herself if she was the most selfish woman alive to have chosen to have a child in secrecy who would never have a father and she had worried even more about how Theo might react when he was older to what little she would have to tell him.

  Would her son despise her some day for the role she had played in Gio’s bed? Would Theo resent the fact that although his father was rich he had grown up in comparative poverty? Would he blame her then for having brought him into the world on such terms?

  Copyright © 2015 by Lynne Graham

  WELCOME TO

  Dear Ms Yates,

  We are delighted that you have booked your rooms to stay at The Chatsfield. And because we pride ourselves on creating the most unique and bespoke services during your stay, we have a few questions that we’d like to ask.

  What time will you be checking in? I’d like an early check in, since my plane lands in the morning.

  Will you be checking in alone? No, I’ll be with my fabulously handsome husband.

  What morning paper would you like delivered?

  Financial Times

  Hello

  InStyle

  The Guardian

  The Times

  We would like to arrange some music for your listening pleasure. Is there a particular album or selection of music you would like to listen to in your room during your stay?

  “Sophie” by Bear’s Den

  “Samson” by Regina Spektor

  “Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran

  “One Night Town” by Ingrid Michaelson

  “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons

  “Devils’ Backbone” by the Civil Wars

  “Broken” by Seether and Amy Lee

  As we know that you may be working during your stay, we are aware how important it is for you to have all your creature comforts around you. In order to ensure that your stay is as fulfilling as possible...

  We have a wide selection of food available for room service delivery. What would your most decadent meal be that you would have delivered and why?

  I want the hummus platter, with roasted vegetables and lots of bread, olives and cheese! And then an array of mini cupcakes. One must be salted caramel, and another pumpkin spice.

  Do you have any special requests for your stay at our hotel?

  Slippers and a robe. I’m always cold!

  What is your worst habit when writing?

  Eating. See above cupcake demands.

  Do you have a writing routine? If so, could you share a bit about it with us?

  I like to light a candle and play music from my specific book ‘s playlist. The above music was all music that inspired me while writing about the Chatsfield.

  We’re always looking to expand the Chatsfield Library and welcome recommendations. What are the last two books you read and why?

  I read All I Have by Nicole Helm because sometimes it’s wonderful to get lost in a down to earth, humorous romance when everything is a bit intense around you. And I also read Mine to Take by Jackie Ashenden which is much more intense and glamorous and all about a VERY sexy revenge plot...

  If you could write anywhere in the world, where would it be?

  I was in Paris recently, but only for six hours! I want to go back and sit at the café I ate lunch in and work on my next Presents!

  We can tell from your recent published book that you have a vested interest in our very own hotels! So (curious minds want to know!) are you team Chatsfield or Team Harrington?!

  Team Harrington all the way! Those Chatsfields are bad news.

  What did you most love about writing this story?

  The tent scene. You’ll see.

  What has been your best hotel experience and what made it memorable?

  A lady never tells!

  What has been your most unusual hotel experience and why?

  Definitely in New Orleans while waiting for a friend in the lobby of the H
otel Monteleone. It’s rumoured to be haunted, and she went to use the restrooms...when she came out she said she’d been startled by a woman standing behind her. But no one else had gone into the bathrooms that I had seen...and we stood and waited and no one came out after her!

  If you could have given your hero or heroine a piece of advice before they started on their journey in your story, what would it have been?

  To Sophie, don’t hide in alleys and listen to private conversations. To Zayn: Kidnapping? Really?

  Thank you for answering our questions. We very much hope you enjoy your stay!

  WELCOME TO

  Dear Sheikh Zayn Al-Ahmar,

  To ensure that your stay at the Chatsfield is as exclusive and private as possible, we will need to ask you a few questions of perhaps a delicate nature, to ensure that our private security team will be best placed to support you.

  If you had to pick your most public scandalous moment, what would it be?

  I don’t like to talk about it as it centers around a death in my family.

  Was there an even more scandalous event that didn’t make it into the press?

  There were quite a few wild parties in my younger years...

  What is your biggest secret?

  If I told you it wouldn’t be a secret. And I would have to have you killed. I am not joking. I never joke.

  What do you love most about Sophie?

  She sees me. Not just the sheikh, but the man.

  What were your first thoughts when you saw you Sophie?

  That I had to kidnap her to minimize the damage she might do to my family. As meetings go, it was not the most romantic.

  If your house was on fire and you could only save one thing, what would it be?