The Sheikh′s Reluctant Bride
The Sheikh's Reluctant Bride
Teresa Southwick
Jessica Sterling has just discovered a life-changing secret.In the desert kingdom of Bha'Khar is the family she never knew she had! Little does she realize that includes the man she's been betrothed to since birth.Sheikh Kardahl Hourani is rich, gorgeous and just a tiny bit arrogant. He's happy to marry, but this brooding prince doesn't have love on his agenda. Can Jessica see the man behind the playboy persona and find her way into his guarded heart?
The Sheikhs Reluctant Bride
Teresa Southwick
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Susan Mallery, Maureen Child
and Chris Rimmerthe best plot group ever.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER ONE
FEAR is my friend.
As the plane touched down on BhaKhars runway, Jessica Leigh Sterling prayed she spoke the truth. Except the statement was fundamentally flawed. Fearful flyers usually freaked out on takeoff, not so much on touchdown. But nothing about this flight was usual and shed learned there were lots of ways to be afraid.
This wasnt like when she was a girl and her mother had gotten so sick that Jess had been sent to the state home. This was scary like the hopeless romantic who finds out it might be possible to get what shes wanted her whole life only to find out her dream really is hopeless.
She was afraid it was going to be like that old joke: everyone who has a family, step forward. Not so fast, Jessica. There are people who share your DNA, but they dont want to know you so forget about them helping out if you need a kidney or bone marrow transplant.
Oh God, to be this close to meeting someone whod known her mother, someone who might care about Jessica because of that connection. Might. But, maybe not. And she was still a little weirded out because the family shed come to meet lived in a country halfway around the world from California. But the potential benefits trumped fear and, although important, matching kidneys and compatible bone marrow were not an issue, thank goodness. It was the simple things she wanted to knowlike where her brown hair and hazel eyes had come from.
And, just this once, couldnt life come down on the side of the hopeless romantic? Thats what she was here to find out.
As the plane slowly turned toward a group of buildings, it hit her that this was really BhaKhar, her mothers countrythe country Jess had never known about while Mary Sterling was alive. The mounds of paperwork necessary to make this visit happen had made her eyes cross andgood lordthe king of BhaKhar had sent an aide to cut through the red tape. Why had her mother kept secret her connection to royalty? Jessica never would have known if an attorney from the Department of Children and Families hadnt contacted her about the letter from her mother that hed found in her old file.
The King had sent a plane, too. When it stopped, the captain turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign and she released hers, then stood, stretching cramped muscles. Shed been told that someone would be here to meet her, but her nerves didnt seem to care. Then the curtains parted in the forward cabin and a tall man in a close-fitting and elegantly tailored navy-blue suit walked toward her. He looked familiar, but no way could she have ever met him.
He looked about thirty and moved with confidence, predatory grace and an air of controlled power. His thick black hair was long enough to scrape the crisp white collar of his dress shirt. The barest suggestion of arrogance mixed with the sensual curve of his mouth and his straight nose flared a little at the nostrils, hinting at a depth of passion that could rock a girls world. Only a vertical scar on his lip and a crescent-shaped one on his sharp cheekbone marred his male perfection. And mar was the wrong word. If anything, the imperfections enhanced his masculinity.
He stopped in front of her and smiled. Jessica?
That smile could start the average womans world rocking, but she wasnt the average woman. His deep voice and attractive accent made her name sound like a caress.
Im Jessica.
Welcome to BhaKhar. He took her hand and bent over it.
Along with the plane ride, this was a first. Kids from the state home didnt grow up and rub shoulders with the sort of men who kissed womens hands. It made her feel awkward and ill at ease. Like that first night after being taken from her mothers hospital room to share a room with other girls who had no one. All the hopeless, empty, scary feelings came back in a rush.
Then his soft lips grazed her knuckles and the touch unleashed other feelings that had nothing to do with anxiety and everything to do with awareness.
Th-thank you, she said.
Dark brown eyes assessed her. Please forgive my boldness, but I am compelled to say that I did not expect that you would be so lovely.
English might be his second language, but certainly he was fluent in flattery. Could flirtation be far behind?
Thank you, she said again.
It was the polite response to the man whod probably been sent to take her to her relatives. But every single instinct she possessed elevated from alert-level-orange to run-dont-walk-away red. Suspicion was the by-product of a childhood spent watching alcohol destroy her mothers body as surely as the string of two-timing men through her life had destroyed her spirit. Jessica had learned to spot a player by the time she was ten years old and this guy was definitely a player.
But that wasnt her problem. He was probably another of the kings aides and she was nothing more than his job. After he connected her with family, his work would be done.
I trust your journey was pleasant? He continued to hold her hand and for some reason she continued to let him.
Pleasant? She glanced at the plush, customized interior of the royal jet. There was some turbulence. Her heart had raced then, too. But mostly the flight was smooth. Although I have nothing to compare it to. This was my first time.
A gleam stole into those dark eyes. SoYou are no longer a virgin Two beats later he added, Flier.
That, too. Shed never slept with a man, either. Many had been willing to be her first, but shed been unwilling to participate. She didnt believe there was a faithful guy out there, let alone one who could sweep her off her feet. An unfortunate characteristic of the hopeless romantic was the yearning to be swept away, which put her idealistic and rational selves in constant conflict. She wanted a completely romantic meltdown that would prohibit logical thought and just let her feel. So far shed come up empty on all counts.
Although the way her stomach had dropped when hed kissed her hand made her feel like she was still in the air and the plane hit a downdraft. Imagine if he kissed her for realon the mouth. Darned if her lips didnt tingle at the thought. This so wasnt the time to abandon logical thinking. What had he just asked? Her journey. Right.
Time to cleanse the virgin remark from the air and turn the conversation to the mundane. Make that nonpersonal because there was nothing ordinary about this guy or the royal jet. This plane is amazing. Its like a flying living room.
There is a bedroom as well, he said, suggestion in his tone adding to the gleam in his eyes.
So much for nonpersonal communication. I noticed.
You found the bed comfortable?
More comfortable than the way he made her feel. It was like every nerve ending in her body had received a double dose of adrenaline.
I found everything perfect.
Excellent. There is a car waiting. I will escort you to the palace.
The palace? She knew her eyes grew wide, and tried to stop, but couldnt, what with her heart pounding so hard.
Is there somewhere else you wish to go?
Yes, she wanted to say. And no. Going to the palace didnt fit into her frame of reference even after reading her mothers letter. She remembered the handwriting, as familiar as if it were the days grocery list instead of the last thing her mother had written ten years ago. The words still made her heart hurt. I know I did everything else wrong, but it wasnt wrong the way I loved you. Since then, Jess had read the message over and over but still couldnt grasp that she was distantly related to BhaKhars royal family.
Im sure the palace is fine, but Fine? It so wasnt fine. She wasnt a palace kind of person. She was burgers and fries, sweatpants and sneakers.
But?
I was sort of hoping Id be meeting my family.
And you will, he promised. Arrangements are being made. In the meantime, permit me to make you comfortable.
Comfortable? What did that mean? And how could she be comfortable with strangers, however distantly related, who were royalty?
As he started to turn away, she put her hand on his arm and felt the material of his suit jacket. Wait.
Concern that seemed to be genuine slid into his eyes. Is there a problem?
The problem was the material just felt like material to her. It was probably expensive material, but she had no frame of reference for that any more than she did for a palace. Most little girls grew up playing pretend princess, but the fantasy was usually limited to the great gowns and a tiara or two. Not living under the same roof as the king and queen. This was a fear shed never felt before.
Maybe it would be better if I stayed at a hotel.
He looked puzzled. The king and queen would be disappointed.
How did she explain this? Theres a saying in my countryits better to look stupid than open your mouth and prove it. This is kind of like that.
I like this saying. But you do not look stupid so I am unclear on your point.
Theyre certain to be disappointed in me, but staying at the palaceIm bound to do something that will let them down for sure, she explained.
He shook his head. You need only be yourself.
Thats what Im afraid of.
There is no cause for fear.
Yeah, there kind of is. This is a perfect example. She held out a hand indicating the plush plane interior. I grew up in a run-down, one-bedroom apartment on Stoner Street in Los Angeles. That was until the state of California took over. I wouldnt know a shrimp fork from a forklift.
You are exaggerating.
Yes. But you get my point.
If it becomes necessary for you to know these things, just stay very close to me and follow my lead. I promise to protect you.
She studied the oh-so-sincere expression on his handsome face. That sounds very much like trust me.
Exactly.
In my country when someone says that its usually a good idea not to.
You are most cynical, he commented.
I have good reasons.
I look forward to hearing them, he said, probably just being polite.
He smiled, showing off straight white teeth, then he covered her hand with his own, a gesture meant to comfort but brought back the spiraling-plane-sensation.
The king and queen are looking forward to meeting you, the daughter of their dear friends daughter, for whom theyve been searching so many years.
Theyve been searching? she asked, her gaze jumping to his.
In the letter, her mother had confessed that shed become pregnant by a married diplomat and ran away because shame prevented her from going to her family. Jess had feared the same family would shun her and to find out theyd been looking gave her hope a double dose of adrenaline.
She smiled up at him. Thank you Had he introduced himself? Was she so caught up in her nerves, skepticism and his charming flirtation that shed forgotten? Im sorry, I dont know your name.
My apologies. I have been remiss. He bent slightly at the waist. I am Kardahl, son of King Amahl Hourani of BhaKhar.
That name sounded familiar. Probably because he was part of the royal family. So are we related?
He shook his head. Your lineage can be traced back to royalty, but the bloodlines split off over a hundred years ago.
There was no reason to feel relieved about that and yet she was, right up until she realized why the name sounded so familiar. And why shed thought shed seen him before. Because she had seen him in print. He was better looking in person. Youre the playboy prince. Did she say that out loud? Oh God, the look on his face told her she did.
His eyes narrowed. You have been reading the tabloids.
I dont buy them, she said. It was a minor distinction, but a distinction just the same. But its hard not to see them in the grocery store, the beauty salon, the doctors waiting room.
You might want to choose a physician who does not patronize disreputable publications, he said.
I dont have a choice. This was proof that they could be living on different planets. He had no clue about her reality. My kids go to doctors contracted with the state and we dont get a vote on the publications in the waiting room.
You have children? he asked, a flicker of surprise in those dark eyes.
Ive never given birth if thats what youre asking. Im a social worker and kids in the states care are my responsibility.
I see.
I doubt it. Probably you never had to worry about medical attention, or your next meal or a roof over your head since you grew up in a palace not a group home. She made a mental note that irritation cancels out fear.
You would be correct.
Lucky him. What should I call you? Your Highness? Your Worship?
He who rules the universe is my preferred title.
She blinked. Im sorry. Were you being funny?
Apparently not.
But he smiled, a charming smile that made her want to grab hold of the nearest chair. Another mental note: this playboy had a sense of humor and it packed more punch than his charm. She didnt know whether to be grateful that her player radar was alive, well and functioning with one hundred percent accuracy or unsettled to have proof that shed inherited from her mother the playboy-magnet gene. The thing wasshe wanted to be swept away, but by someone who sincerely wanted her and men who were players didnt do sincere.
Shed just confirmed that he was everything she didnt want in a man. Not that he would hit on her. According to those questionable publications, his taste in women ran to models, actresses and world-famous beauties. She was not, not and so not.
My friends and family call me Kardahl, he was saying.
She nodded. Kardahl it is. Ill just get my bag
It will be taken care of. He rested his hand at the small of her back.
She swore the heat of his fingers seeped through the material of her suit jacket and made her want to melt. Probably that was because he smelled really good. Shed read somewhere that sense of smell was a powerful weapon in the arsenal of seduction. Still, there was the whole willingness thing and hed just kissed the hand of maybe the only woman on the planet who was immune to his tabloid-worthy charisma.
Kardahl did not miss the chill that slid into Jessicas large hazel eyes when he had introduced himself. Or the way she quite deliberately moved away from his touch now. Given their relationship, her reservations were puzzling.
He held out his hand, indicating that she precede him. Let us go.
He settled her in the back of the limousine and supervised the removal of her luggage. There were only two pieces, a meager amount of belongings all things considered. It was his experience that women always brought more than necessary and she was moving her entire life. Strange, indeed.
Kardahl slid into the back of the car beside her and met her gaze. The scandal precipitating her arrival was entirely his doing. Hed lost the only woman he would ever love and when he had grown weary of being told life goes on, he had thrown himself into the business of livingwith many women. And he was guilty of the abundant yet judicious use of flattery. But he had told this woman the truth about being quite lovely. Her sun-streaked brown hair fell past her shoulders, with shorter strands framing a delicate face and cheekbones that revealed her noble heritage. She had also inherited lips that were full, well-formed, and quite frankly, the most kissable mouth he had ever seen.
Tell me about yourself, he said.
Im disappointed.
You have only to tell me who has done this and I will see that a high price is paid for the transgression.
Look in the mirror, she said dryly. Surely you can do better than tell me about yourself.Ive heard some of the worlds best pickup lines. For instancehere I am, what are your other two wishes. Or, do you have a Band-Aid? I scraped my knees when I fell for you. Or, my personal favoriteDo you believe in love at first sight? Or should I go out and come in again?
You do not believe that I sincerely wish to know you?
She slid him an assessing glance. Hows that uber-sincere line working for you?
The puzzle of Jessica Sterling deepened. Revelation of his identity had altered the obvious female interest he had first recognized when her pulse raced and her hand trembled in his. Gone was the friendly, open woman he had first met. Now he found her prickly. Skeptical. And if he was not mistaken, suspicious. This was a reaction he had never before encountered from a woman. It was remarkably refreshing.
He smiled. The line works quite well, actually. When I politely and sincerely inquire to know more about a woman, she invariably rewards me with information about herself. Intimate information.
Okay. Ill play along.
Play? This is a game?
What else? she asked. This is you.
He nodded. Then if you choose to treat it as a game, I will play along, too.
I figured you would, she said.
So, if you please, tell me about yourself.
She blew out a long breath. I was born in Los Angeles, California. My mother died when I was twelve. I grew up in the child welfare system. Went to college and received a degree in social work. She shrugged. Those are the highlights of my life.
Kardahl did not believe that was so and only now recalled that his father had intended to have Jessicas background investigated. Undoubtedly it had been done, but Kardahls indifference to the situation had prevented him from reading the report. He regretted that now.
As the car sped smoothly toward the palace, he looked at her. I suspect there is more you are not saying.
A frown marred the smooth skin of her forehead, then she turned to look out the window. There was tension in the line of her jaw, the length of her slender neck, the set of her shoulders. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers intertwined, but there was nothing restful about her as she rubbed one thumb over the other.
Theres a lot Im not saying, but its not important. Finally she met his gaze. Tell me about you.
She did not wish to talk about herself, which made him all the more curious. But there was time to learn what he wanted to know. I am the second in line of succession to the throne of BhaKhar
The spare heir?
Some would say.
So youre like the equivalent of the vice president in my country.
I suppose that is true.
Youre so busy keeping women happy all over the world. When do you have time to get ready?
For what?
To rule the country. If youre called on.
He did have a reputationsome of it deserved, some embellished. But no one knew why he took pains to cultivate it. I will do my duty should the need arise, but I pray it will not because my brother, Malik, will one day be king.
Of course. Tell me more.
What do you wish to know?
I wish to know how someone like you who was born with so many advantages and opportunities to do really good things can turn into a self-absorbed pleasure seeker whos only interested in his next romantic conquest.
Her tone was friendly, conversational. And because he liberally used flattery, he recognized it in women. He was accustomed to it. He definitely did not see it now. You have quite a low opinion of me.
Its hard not to, what with all the stories printed about you and women who are equally self-absorbed and pleasure seeking.
His emotions had shut down two years ago after burying his beloved Antonia and he almost didnt recognize the prick of anger now. Do you believe everything you read in those publications?
At the very least there has to be a grain of truth or they would be subject to accusations of slander followed by expensive lawsuits. And how many times have denials been issued only to find out the story was true? So, yes, I do believe a lot of what I read. She met his gaze directly. Although I have to say you look nothing like your pictures.
The paparazzi are not interested in taking favorable photographs. Their goal is to take infamous ones. And they did not care who they hurt in the pursuit of that goal, he thought bitterly.
And you certainly give them ample opportunity.
If you have such a low opinion of me, it begs the question. Why did you agree to come here?
You know why. The kings representative promised to make it possible for me to meet my family. She met his gaze. After that, Im going back home to my job with the department of social servicesimportant, relevant work. Something you probably wouldnt understand.
You would be wrong. He was the minister of Finance and Defense. I am quite social.
She smiled. No doubt about that, but the services you provide are questionable.
She was making assumptions without knowing him and it was beginning to grate. It was as if she were trying to elicit emotion from him, even if that emotion was negative. If that was her objective, she was destined for more disappointment. The passion he had once felt was big and blazing, an entity with a life of its own and an excitement that had consumed him. When he lost that, he lost everything. He was empty inside. He had learned to go on by embracing that feeling of nothing and Jessica could not do or say anything to make him care.
This was about dutyin his case duty had been helped along by the unfortunate photographs of him with a certain still-married and much divorced actress. With negotiations in progress for BhaKhar to join other nations in the Global Commerce Union, a scandal in the royal family would not be tolerated. As the public relations minister had pointed outthe only thing the media loved more than a salacious story was a salacious love story that included a wedding.
But that was not the real reason her presence in BhaKhar had been expedited. The woman Kardahl had loved was dead, along with their unborn child and a part of him had died with them. Now one woman was the same as the next. It had ceased to matter to him that the king had chosen his bride when Kardahl was just a boy. His heart had turned to stone.
But his confusion was increasing. What was this about her going back to a job? It would explain her scarcity of luggage, but created more questions.
Kardahl frowned. One who takes vows so cavalierly should not be so swift to point accusing fingers.
Vows? Her smile disappeared. What are you talking about? What vows?
The vows we took by proxy.
Her eyes widened. I dont understand.
Neither did he. But this he knew for certain. You are my bride.
CHAPTER TWO
THREE hours ago Jessica had been afraid the family shed only just found might reject her because she was the result of her mothers out-of-wedlock pregnancy. Now she had bigger things to worry about, like marriage to a man who didnt know the meaning of the words vow, dedication and loyalty.
In his palace suite, she paced back and forth in front of the French doors that opened to a balcony overlooking the Arabian Sea while she waited for him to return and tell her it was all a big mistake. Theyd have a laugh, then she could get on with the reason shed come here.
At least she had a great view for her pacing and his suite wasnt bad, either. Not bad was a gross understatement. It was big. And while she was tempted to explore, she didnt want to lose her way and get caught snooping. What she could see right here was pretty awesome. Celery-green sofas done in a suedelike fabric faced each other in front of a white brick fireplace. Pictures, each with their own lighting, hung on the walls throughout the spacious living and dining rooms. She didnt know a darn thing about art but would bet each one cost more money than she made in a month because they were filled with difficult to identify body parts. And they were difficult to identify because they werent where they were supposed to be. Kind of like the mess she now found herself in.
How could she be married and not know it? What about the white dress, flowers, rings and vowspreferably of the verbal kind. Her low-heeled pumps clicked on the mosaic tiles in the suites foyer as she checked the door to make certain it wasnt locked, then peeked outside to see if anyone was standing guard there. No and no, she thought, closing the door.
That didnt mean she wasnt a victim in some bizarre sex slave ring. Shed seen stories. Granted it was far-fetched. When the royal family had taken her under their wing, shed never suspected another agenda, but what did she know? She thought proxy marriages had gone out with horse-drawn buggies and hoop skirts.
While she was trying to decide whether or not her luggage would slow her down too much when she made a run for it, the door opened and Kardahl joined her in the living room.
I have news, he said.
She tried to read his expression and when she couldnt, made a hopeful guess. Were not married.
On the contrary. He held out a piece of paper. Is this your signature?
She took it from him and stared at the familiar scrawl beneath the foreign words. It looks like mine, but
Were you coerced? he interrupted.
No. But I remember a stack of paperwork taller than me and
Not such a very great stack of paperwork then, he interrupted, looking her over from head to toe.
She was going to ignore that. Not being fluent in the BhaKharian language, I couldnt read this. The man who was supposed to be helping me said it was nothing important. That I was simply giving my permission to open records that would unite me with my family.
Kardahl nodded as he took the paper she handed back and set it on the glass-topped coffee table. In his overzealous desire to serve the king, he may have stretched the truth.
He lied?
Not exactly. Your signature gives your permission to access records, but it also bears witness to your agreement to the marriage by proxy.
Thats absurd. This is 2007. No one gets married by proxy.
I assure you it is quite real and legal.
As yet, she wasnt outraged to the point where she missed the irony of being this mans bride. Nine out of ten women would be alternately doing the dance of joy and counting their lucky stars. But Kardahl got reluctant woman number ten. But irony worked both ways. She was apparently legally married to her worst nightmare. That kicked her outrage into overdrive.
She put her hands on her hips. How do you know Im not already married?
Do you not think someone would have checked that?
I never thought Id be in a proxy-marriage situation. How did this happen? she asked, pacing again. Why did I draw the short straw? At his blank look she translated, Why me?
Your mothers lineage can be traced back to royalty and there is a long friendship between our families. Many years ago it was decided that her offspring would become the bride of the kings second son
What if shed had a boy? Jess demanded.
But she didnt, he pointed out, far too calmly as his gaze lingered on her breasts. So when your attorney made inquiries and you were located, plans for the union proceeded.
This was wrong in so many ways, she didnt know where to start. Actually that wasnt entirely accurate. Did you sign one of those papers, too?
Yes.
Voluntarily?
Yes, he answered far too patiently.
The playboy prince signed a marriage agreement without a gun to his head? Why?
It is my destiny. The spare heir is required to marry and produce children.
Since when was he the poster boy for following the rules? What if Id never been found? When he opened his mouth, she held up a finger to stop him. Dont you dare say but you were.
The corners of his mouth curved up. It is not necessary since you have said it for me.
Then Ill rephraseWhat prevented you from getting married before this? If Id never turned up, would you never have married?
A suitable bride would have been selected. He shrugged. When the time was right.
So the time was right now? Because I was located?
Thatand other things. He looked like a naughty little boy caught red-handed.
The expression was cute, she thought, before her outraged self scratched the observation and replaced it. He was no boy. The girly parts of her recognized and responded to his masculinity against her will and better judgment.
What did you do? she managed to ask.
Why do you assume that I am at fault without really knowing me?
She folded her arms over her chest and looked up. How can you ask that with a straight face. This is you were talking about. The whole world knows about your romantic escapades. Of course you did something. What was it this time? Im sure a woman is involved, she guessed.
She left her husband, although the separation is not yet legal.
That would make her a married woman. I guess the king wasnt too happy with you.
Not me so much as it is the pictures of myself and the lady taken with the telephoto lens. He shrugged, but his eyes narrowed. My father and his advisers made it clear that this was an opportune time towhat is the expressionkill two birds with one stone.
Squash the scandal and do your duty?
Exactly, he agreed.
So the king had one nerve left and Kardahl had gotten on itand dragged her along with him. She put her hands on her hips. Theres just one problem. I dont want to be married.
May I ask why?
So many reasons, so little time, she said. And if I did decide to walk down the aisleand I mean walk down the aisle, not sign a piece of paper and presto youre hitchedyoure the last man on the face of the earth I would choose.
Instead of irritation, amusement sparkled in his eyes. Is that so?
Your behavior proves youre not capable of commitment. She waited for his expression to change and when it didnt, she said, Feel free to deny it and set the record straight. The basis for that opinion comes directly from the tabloids.
There is no need to deny it. You are correct.
Then why didnt you refuse to go through with this proxy thing?
The amusement finally disappeared, replaced by a dark look that made his eyes hard as granite. It is the price of royal birth. This marriage is about duty.
Thats the thing. There is no marriage because I didnt knowingly give my consent. She never would have given it, especially if shed known who she was marrying. In case theres any question, I am not happy about this.
That is understandable. You have been ill used.
He was agreeing with her again. Why did he keep doing that?
Come again?
You should have been apprised of all the facts of the situation. The aide responsible for this will be severely disciplined.
Thats a start. How severely? she asked cautiously.
How severely would you like?
Good question. How did you chastise someone responsible for marrying you to the kind of man youd avoided like the stomach flu?
She looked at him. If the punishment were to fit the crime, he should be forced into a marriage with the last person on the planet he would choose.
He is already married.
Laughter slid into Kardahls eyes indicating he got her drift and didnt care that shed slighted him. Why should he when the world was his playground and all the women in it his adoring toys.
I see. And does he also have children? she asked.
Three.
Ouch. She didnt want to be responsible for the man losing his job when he had a wife and kids depending on him. Maybe a severe talking to would be enough. Along with a warning not to play with peoples lives.
I will arrange it, he said. He bowed slightly and smiled.
Dont do that.
It is a gesture of respect, he explained.
Not the bow. Dont smile at me.
He tilted his head as he studied her. You would rather I frown?
Yes, she thought. For many reasons. Not the least of which was the way his smile made breathing a challenge and threatened her equilibrium. How can you smile when we still have a big problem? How are you going to get me out of this marriage?
It is possible to obtain an annulment, he said.
Okay, she said nodding. Im almost smiling. What do I have to do?
You must not consummate the marriage.
This must be hopeless romantic hell. She was discussing sex as if it were a business deal. So much for being swept away. Okay then, start the paperwork. I promise not to seduce you and Im quite sure you cant seduce me.
Are you so very certain? There was a gleam in his eyes. The glitter of competition, a challenge issued.
Oh, please. Im looking for a man who can put his heart and soul into a relationship. Youre not that man and we both know it.
Do we? He looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged. If you wish it, I will begin the process of dissolution.
I wish it very much. Clearly he was being so agreeable because he didnt want to be married. Then a thought struck her. Is this going to get you in more trouble?
Do not worry about me. I will explain to the king and queen.
There wont be more scandal? she asked.
My public relations staff will issue appropriate statements. But
What?
If I could prevail upon you to play the part of my wifeonly in public, he added, until any hint of scandal has faded away. You would have my gratitude. And although my family has caused you some distress, they would be forever in your debt as well. And in the meantime, I will give you every possible assistance in meeting your family.
Family. Its why shed come halfway around the world. Because shed had no one after her mother died, shed always longed to have the problems with relatives that others moaned about. She would cherish interference, being judged and unwanted advice if she gained unconditional love.
Its a deal, she agreed. As long as no one expects me to produce children.
His only response was a smile and a look that reminded her of a large hunting cat selecting his prey.
As the limousine drove past the colorful booths of the open marketplace and continued toward the heart of BhaKhars capital city, Jessica stared out the window shaking her head.
Something is not to your liking? Kardahl asked.
Everything is fine.
And that was an understatement. True to his promise, he had shown her to her own room and shed spent the nightalonein the most beautiful bedroom shed ever seen with a closet as big as her whole apartment in L.A. The bed was so high, shed half expected her nose to bleed. The bathroom vanity was marble and all the fixtures were gold. After a pleasant breakfast, Kardahl had told her his staff was contacting her family and while they were waiting for a response he offered to take her on a tour of the city. It was very sweet, but probably part of his scandal-suppressing charade. And she was okay with that.
What saddened her in a soul-deep way was that this lovely, graceful city with its white and pink stucco buildings and red-tile roofs had been her mothers birthplace and Jessica had never known. It was part of who she was and made her feel as if pieces of her heart were missing.
Tell me what troubles you, he said, his voice deep and gentle.
The gentleness got her. That and the fact that hed read her so right and wouldnt let her brush him off. I cant believe that my mother never talked about her country and her family.
It must have been a bitterly unhappy time for her.
Why do you say that? she asked.
He shrugged. It is a reasonable assumption. One tries to forget unhappy times. Talking of them would simply keep the pain fresh. In addition, the burden would be heavy enough without weighing down a child.
So he thought her mother was protecting her. He looked sincere and it made sense, although she hadnt expected such a depth of understanding from a man with his reputation for superficiality.
She smiled at him. Whether or not youre right, I find that very comforting. When his cell phone rang, she looked out the window at the Arabian Sea. The sparkling blue expanse disappeared as they drove down a narrow street with fashionable shops on both sides.
He folded shut his phone and said, That was my secretary.
He looked at her. I waited until your arrival to confirm a visit to your family.
When can I meet them? she asked eagerly. I dont know much about them.
You have two aunts
My mother had two sisters? Duh. Hed just told her as much. What shed meant was, shed always wanted a sister, or a brother. Shed desperately wished for someone so she wouldnt be alone. Her mother had sisters and shed walked away from that, never looking back. Why?
One of your aunts, he continued, is married to the ruler of BhaKhars desert people. The other is a doctor who lives in a city to the north of the capital. I have arranged for you to meet them both.
That would be wonderful. She was almost afraid to ask. And my grandparents?
They are on an extended diplomatic assignment at the request of the foreign service minister. Theyve been informed of your arrival and will return as soon as possible.
I see. She sighed.
He frowned. What is it?
Im disappointed that I have to wait, she admitted. Id hoped to spend as much time as possible getting to know them before I have to return to my job.
Can you not extend your leave of absence?
I suppose Ill have to, but I hate to do that to the kids.
They are not being cared for while you are gone?
Its not that simple. Getting kids to trust when theyve lost everyone isnt easy. She knew from personal experience. In fact, she still never let herself believe in anyone with her whole heart. Its a leave of absence for me, but to them its one more rejection. One more person who abandoned them.
They must learn not to put their trust in a single person, he said. It is a lesson that will serve them well. Would they not be better off without you?
She shook her head. Everybody needs somebody sometime. If they dont engage emotionally, they become isolated and antisocial.
Is not detachment more uncomplicated?
She stared at him. This from a man who attaches himself to anything in a skirt She pressed her lips together and sighed. Never mind.
Do not misunderstand. I have great admiration for your devotion and the conviction that you can make a difference. His tone said it was a waste of time.
The world would be in sadder shape than it already is if no one tried.
I wish you luck in your efforts.
This attitude was what shed expected based on what shed read about him. And if not for his insight moments ago she never would have questioned it. But she wondered how he could be so understanding and so jaded at the same time.
She was about to ask when she glanced out the window and realized theyd stopped. Is the tour over?
His smile was mysterious. Yes. And now I have a surprise. When the driver opened the door, Kardahl slid out, then held a hand out for her. She took it and he closed his fingers around hers, drawing her to her feet on the sidewalk in front of a dress shop. Then he slipped her hand into the bend of his arm and said, Come with me.
Inside, the perimeter of the store was lined with womens clothesdresses, suits, full-length gowns. If one couldnt have a fairy godmother with a magic wand, shopping was the next best thing. But there was nothing magic about her budget and she was pretty sure it wouldnt withstand the prices in this place.
Why are we here? she asked.
Before he could answer, a saleswoman appeared, smiling broadly when she recognized Kardahl. Your Highness, I was delighted when you called. Please give the queen my regards. As you can see, I have canceled all other appointments and closed to the public as you requested. So this is your wife?
Jessica, he said.
She is quite lovely. My congratulations on your marriage.
Thank you, he said, glancing down at her. My wife is in need of some clothes. And there is a reception tomorrow night.
There is Jess stopped, not wanting to blow his cover. But it would be helpful if he didnt spring stuff like that on her in public.
The next thing she knew, the woman had whipped out her tape measure and after taking measurements said, She is a perfect size two. I have some lovely things that will be most flattering to Her Highness.
Jess wasnt anyones Highness, but she didnt quite know how to phrase it even if she could persuade someone to listen. Not to mention outing their marriage for the sham it was. The woman bustled around the room plucking a sage-green suit, black silk slacks and several coordinating blouses before disappearing, presumably to a fitting room. When she returned, Kardahl pointed to a slender, black evening gown. I wish to see her in this.
The saleswoman smiled. It is fortunate that the gown is her size. And Your Highness has excellent taste.
As well he should, Jess thought. His Highness was a notorious flirt and playboy who no doubt had intimate experience sizing up women as he removed their clothes. The thought made her shiver and that was a problem. Jesss mind was saying no, no, no, while her body grew more curious. And her heart was telling her shed have to be six feet under to not salivate at the chance to at least try on these clothes. But how could she tell the woman she was wasting her time?
When she disappeared with the evening gown, Jess turned to Kardahl. Listen up. This isnt necessary. I dont need anything. We both know the annulment is coming. And
And until then, the world will be watching my wife. There is the matter of the reception tomorrow evening. He smiled. I saw your eyes light up as you looked at everything. It would please me to do this and the least I can do for the inconvenience imposed on you. At least try the things on. The woman would be disappointed if you do not.
So youre playing the disappointment card again. She sighed. Is that a royal order?
Would you like it to be?
She sighed. Yes. It has to be wrong to defy a royal order.
Indeed, he said.
She heard the smile in his voice as she turned away and left to find the saleswoman. Around the corner was a fitting room with the clothes she recognized hanging on various hooks. Jessica figured she was probably a spineless slug, but what the heck? She was stuck and might as well enjoy the experience.
Everything fit as if made for her and her female heart was full to bursting at the prospect of wearing such exquisite styles, such delicate, shiny fabrics that rustled when she moved. The saleswoman, Jasmine, bustled in and out, removing items as she brought in more. The black dress Kardahl had picked out was the last thing she tried on.
Jessica looked at herself in the full-length mirror and her eyes went wide. The neck was high and the sleeves long but the soft satin clung to every curve and revealed as much as it concealed. She turned and gasped at the flesh-baring back.
It is perfect for you. The woman ran her hands over the hips and waist. His Royal Highness requested only to see you in this.
He did?
The woman nodded. He said to tell you it is a royal order.
The downside of orders were the ones you didnt want to obey. But her choices were to either suck it up, or cause a scene. As she left the dressing room, Jess held the skirt of the gown up to keep from tripping on the long hem. When she walked into the room where Kardahl waited, she held her breath. He stood and took her hand, helping her onto the dais in front of a bank of mirrors before stepping behind her.
Jess could see him in the mirror, the smoldering look in his eyes as his gaze took in every inch of her. Her feet had been on solid ground for twenty-four hours, but her stomach dropped as if she were taking off in the royal jet. The only explanation was emotional drought, she thought. She wasnt used to men looking at her the way he was and it was like setting fire to the dry brush of her romantic heart.
I dont think this suits me, she said breathlessly.
It suits me, he said, his voice as deep and appealing as sin. We will take it with us, he informed the saleswoman.
Jess said nothing because she wouldnt embarrass the royal family in public. But elegant and costly clothes wouldnt change anything. She might have been chosen for a prince, but she wasnt raised as a princess. All she wanted to do was get to know her family, then go back to her life.
By the time she was dressed in her off-the-rack slacks and shirt, the dress was in a protective bag and Kardahl had arranged for the rest of the clothes to be delivered to the palace. When they stepped out of the store, the crowd gathered outside suddenly surged forward, flashbulbs exploding from every direction.
Whos the lady, Your Highness? asked one reporter.
Is she married, Your Highness?
Someone shoved a microphone in Jessicas face. How did you and Prince Kardahl meet?
Without comment, Kardahl pulled her to him, using his body to shield her from the cameras. Then he thrust her into the waiting limousine.
As she struggled to control her hammering heart, Jess looked at Kardahl. The expression of fury on his face was completely and utterly shocking. Something told her this reaction wasnt about unauthorized pictures or unflattering photo angles. This was a deeply emotional response.
She wondered where the easygoing, charming flirt had gone when she didnt want to wonder about him at all.
CHAPTER THREE
HOW ironic to have a skirmish with the paparazzi only hours before this meeting with the king and queen. Kardahl had once hoped the woman he would be presenting to his parents as his wife would be another, but thanks to his father, that was never to be. Still, the time had come for introductions.
Now he sat beside Jessica on the sofa in his parents living room. Faline and Amahl Hourani, made the side by side overstuffed chairs look like thrones as they studied their daughter-in-law. They had once scrutinized the woman of his choice and found her wanting, but tonight they looked pleased. At least someone was, he thought.
His fathers dark hair was flecked with gray on the sides, giving him what most thought a distinguished look. Kardahl had no feeling one way or the other. He only knew the king was a rigid and uncompromising man, difficult to please and stubborn. Kardahl would never forgive him for refusing to waive tradition so that he could marry the woman he wanted.
Unlike her husband, his dark-eyed mother would not permit a gray hair to invade her lustrous, shoulder-length hair. For a small woman, she possessed a strength of will and sense of humor that kept her husband both intrigued and in line. At one time, Kardahl had hoped to emulate their relationship. Those hopes had died with his beloved.
Are you sure you will not join us in a brandy, Jessica? his mother asked.
Thank you, no. Coffee is fine. Jessica set her china cup on the saucer resting on the side table.
She was casually dressed in black slacks and a coordinating silky black and white blouse. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun at her nape, with numerous sun-kissed strands escaping the confinement to caress her graceful neck. The scent of her skin filled his head with the fragrance of sunshine and flowers as her shoulder brushed his own. She seemed unaffected by the nearness, but he was not so fortunate.
I understand you had your first experience with reporters today, my dear, the king was saying.
Yes, Your Highness.
The king turned a displeased look on him. How did this happen, Kardahl?
He had wondered also and made inquiries of his security staff. It seems there is a site on the Internet where the sighting of a high-profile individual can be posted practically as it is occurring.
Jessica stared at him. You mean anyone monitoring that site who happened to be in the area could walk up and shake your hand?
Yes, he said grimly. My guess is that the news media monitors the site.
But thats practically stalking.
In a free society, the king said, it is the price we pay. Also part of the cost is minding ones behavior. As Kardahl knows all too well.
Jessica glanced up at him with what looked like sympathy in her eyes, then back to his father. I cant help feeling responsible. They found him because he surprised me with a detour to the dress shop
You took her to Jasmines as I suggested? his mother interrupted.
I did, he confirmed, sliding his arm along the top of the sofa, then resting his fingers close to Jessicas shoulder.
Until that first meeting on the plane, Kardahl had been annoyed at the turn of events, but had subsequently learned that Jessica was even less pleased than he about the situation. She was an unwilling participant and unprepared for this life. And the look on her face when the paparazzi had besieged him had made him want to protect her. As he had been unable to protect Antonia.
Those people are predators who feed off others, he commented.
The queen sighed as she shook her head. The press can be difficult.
I just wasnt prepared for them, Jessica said. Up until today the most excitement I ever had shopping was when the clerk forgot to remove one of those security devices and I set off the alarm when I tried to leave the store.
The king smiled indulgently. My dear, if you would change your mind and stay with Kardahl here in BhaKhar, you would be given instruction in dealing with the media.
Probably not by Kardahl, Jessica said, glancing up at him with humor sparkling like jewels in her eyes. Unless he used himself as a cautionary tale.
His father laughed. No. I think my son would not be the best instructor. Then he turned serious as he met her gaze. I urge you to change your mind about the annulment.
Youre very kind
I hear a but, the king interrupted. Your grandparents are dear friends. They would be greatly pleased by a real marriage to join our families.
Youre very kind, Jessica said again. But, Im not royal family material. In spite of the betrothal, circumstances intervened and I wasnt raised to be the wife of a prince.
Kardahl saw her fingers clasp and tighten until the knuckles turned white as she rubbed one thumb over the other. When he glanced at her face, the tension in her delicate jaw and shadows in her eyes did not escape his notice.
You would have a staff to help and the queen and I would
Enough. Apparently Kardahl had to protect her from his father as well as the press. He rose. Jessica has expressed her feelings and I will not permit you to pressure her.
Kardahl. The queen frowned. That is no way to speak to your father.
For the time being she is my wife and in this instance, it is precisely the way. I have promised her a tour of the palace. We are leaving now.
Surprise flickered in Jessicas expression when she looked up. Before she could expose his lie, he held out his hand. Are you ready?
Yes. She put her fingers in his palm and stood up, then smiled at his parents. Thank you for dinner.
You are most welcome, his mother said. We look forward to seeing you at the reception tomorrow evening.
And you as well, my son. There was anger in the kings order.
I will be there.
For Jessica. Kardahl led her to the elevator that would take them to the first floor. He was impervious to his fathers moods now. Once he had cared, but that ended when the king chose tradition over happiness. If Kardahl had been allowed to marry the woman he wanted, she might stillBut that was something he would never know. His fingers clenched into a fist as the rage-fueled powerlessness blazed through him. He had learned it was preferable to the pain.
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Teresa Southwick
Jessica Sterling has just discovered a life-changing secret.In the desert kingdom of Bha'Khar is the family she never knew she had! Little does she realize that includes the man she's been betrothed to since birth.Sheikh Kardahl Hourani is rich, gorgeous and just a tiny bit arrogant. He's happy to marry, but this brooding prince doesn't have love on his agenda. Can Jessica see the man behind the playboy persona and find her way into his guarded heart?
The Sheikhs Reluctant Bride
Teresa Southwick
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Susan Mallery, Maureen Child
and Chris Rimmerthe best plot group ever.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER ONE
FEAR is my friend.
As the plane touched down on BhaKhars runway, Jessica Leigh Sterling prayed she spoke the truth. Except the statement was fundamentally flawed. Fearful flyers usually freaked out on takeoff, not so much on touchdown. But nothing about this flight was usual and shed learned there were lots of ways to be afraid.
This wasnt like when she was a girl and her mother had gotten so sick that Jess had been sent to the state home. This was scary like the hopeless romantic who finds out it might be possible to get what shes wanted her whole life only to find out her dream really is hopeless.
She was afraid it was going to be like that old joke: everyone who has a family, step forward. Not so fast, Jessica. There are people who share your DNA, but they dont want to know you so forget about them helping out if you need a kidney or bone marrow transplant.
Oh God, to be this close to meeting someone whod known her mother, someone who might care about Jessica because of that connection. Might. But, maybe not. And she was still a little weirded out because the family shed come to meet lived in a country halfway around the world from California. But the potential benefits trumped fear and, although important, matching kidneys and compatible bone marrow were not an issue, thank goodness. It was the simple things she wanted to knowlike where her brown hair and hazel eyes had come from.
And, just this once, couldnt life come down on the side of the hopeless romantic? Thats what she was here to find out.
As the plane slowly turned toward a group of buildings, it hit her that this was really BhaKhar, her mothers countrythe country Jess had never known about while Mary Sterling was alive. The mounds of paperwork necessary to make this visit happen had made her eyes cross andgood lordthe king of BhaKhar had sent an aide to cut through the red tape. Why had her mother kept secret her connection to royalty? Jessica never would have known if an attorney from the Department of Children and Families hadnt contacted her about the letter from her mother that hed found in her old file.
The King had sent a plane, too. When it stopped, the captain turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign and she released hers, then stood, stretching cramped muscles. Shed been told that someone would be here to meet her, but her nerves didnt seem to care. Then the curtains parted in the forward cabin and a tall man in a close-fitting and elegantly tailored navy-blue suit walked toward her. He looked familiar, but no way could she have ever met him.
He looked about thirty and moved with confidence, predatory grace and an air of controlled power. His thick black hair was long enough to scrape the crisp white collar of his dress shirt. The barest suggestion of arrogance mixed with the sensual curve of his mouth and his straight nose flared a little at the nostrils, hinting at a depth of passion that could rock a girls world. Only a vertical scar on his lip and a crescent-shaped one on his sharp cheekbone marred his male perfection. And mar was the wrong word. If anything, the imperfections enhanced his masculinity.
He stopped in front of her and smiled. Jessica?
That smile could start the average womans world rocking, but she wasnt the average woman. His deep voice and attractive accent made her name sound like a caress.
Im Jessica.
Welcome to BhaKhar. He took her hand and bent over it.
Along with the plane ride, this was a first. Kids from the state home didnt grow up and rub shoulders with the sort of men who kissed womens hands. It made her feel awkward and ill at ease. Like that first night after being taken from her mothers hospital room to share a room with other girls who had no one. All the hopeless, empty, scary feelings came back in a rush.
Then his soft lips grazed her knuckles and the touch unleashed other feelings that had nothing to do with anxiety and everything to do with awareness.
Th-thank you, she said.
Dark brown eyes assessed her. Please forgive my boldness, but I am compelled to say that I did not expect that you would be so lovely.
English might be his second language, but certainly he was fluent in flattery. Could flirtation be far behind?
Thank you, she said again.
It was the polite response to the man whod probably been sent to take her to her relatives. But every single instinct she possessed elevated from alert-level-orange to run-dont-walk-away red. Suspicion was the by-product of a childhood spent watching alcohol destroy her mothers body as surely as the string of two-timing men through her life had destroyed her spirit. Jessica had learned to spot a player by the time she was ten years old and this guy was definitely a player.
But that wasnt her problem. He was probably another of the kings aides and she was nothing more than his job. After he connected her with family, his work would be done.
I trust your journey was pleasant? He continued to hold her hand and for some reason she continued to let him.
Pleasant? She glanced at the plush, customized interior of the royal jet. There was some turbulence. Her heart had raced then, too. But mostly the flight was smooth. Although I have nothing to compare it to. This was my first time.
A gleam stole into those dark eyes. SoYou are no longer a virgin Two beats later he added, Flier.
That, too. Shed never slept with a man, either. Many had been willing to be her first, but shed been unwilling to participate. She didnt believe there was a faithful guy out there, let alone one who could sweep her off her feet. An unfortunate characteristic of the hopeless romantic was the yearning to be swept away, which put her idealistic and rational selves in constant conflict. She wanted a completely romantic meltdown that would prohibit logical thought and just let her feel. So far shed come up empty on all counts.
Although the way her stomach had dropped when hed kissed her hand made her feel like she was still in the air and the plane hit a downdraft. Imagine if he kissed her for realon the mouth. Darned if her lips didnt tingle at the thought. This so wasnt the time to abandon logical thinking. What had he just asked? Her journey. Right.
Time to cleanse the virgin remark from the air and turn the conversation to the mundane. Make that nonpersonal because there was nothing ordinary about this guy or the royal jet. This plane is amazing. Its like a flying living room.
There is a bedroom as well, he said, suggestion in his tone adding to the gleam in his eyes.
So much for nonpersonal communication. I noticed.
You found the bed comfortable?
More comfortable than the way he made her feel. It was like every nerve ending in her body had received a double dose of adrenaline.
I found everything perfect.
Excellent. There is a car waiting. I will escort you to the palace.
The palace? She knew her eyes grew wide, and tried to stop, but couldnt, what with her heart pounding so hard.
Is there somewhere else you wish to go?
Yes, she wanted to say. And no. Going to the palace didnt fit into her frame of reference even after reading her mothers letter. She remembered the handwriting, as familiar as if it were the days grocery list instead of the last thing her mother had written ten years ago. The words still made her heart hurt. I know I did everything else wrong, but it wasnt wrong the way I loved you. Since then, Jess had read the message over and over but still couldnt grasp that she was distantly related to BhaKhars royal family.
Im sure the palace is fine, but Fine? It so wasnt fine. She wasnt a palace kind of person. She was burgers and fries, sweatpants and sneakers.
But?
I was sort of hoping Id be meeting my family.
And you will, he promised. Arrangements are being made. In the meantime, permit me to make you comfortable.
Comfortable? What did that mean? And how could she be comfortable with strangers, however distantly related, who were royalty?
As he started to turn away, she put her hand on his arm and felt the material of his suit jacket. Wait.
Concern that seemed to be genuine slid into his eyes. Is there a problem?
The problem was the material just felt like material to her. It was probably expensive material, but she had no frame of reference for that any more than she did for a palace. Most little girls grew up playing pretend princess, but the fantasy was usually limited to the great gowns and a tiara or two. Not living under the same roof as the king and queen. This was a fear shed never felt before.
Maybe it would be better if I stayed at a hotel.
He looked puzzled. The king and queen would be disappointed.
How did she explain this? Theres a saying in my countryits better to look stupid than open your mouth and prove it. This is kind of like that.
I like this saying. But you do not look stupid so I am unclear on your point.
Theyre certain to be disappointed in me, but staying at the palaceIm bound to do something that will let them down for sure, she explained.
He shook his head. You need only be yourself.
Thats what Im afraid of.
There is no cause for fear.
Yeah, there kind of is. This is a perfect example. She held out a hand indicating the plush plane interior. I grew up in a run-down, one-bedroom apartment on Stoner Street in Los Angeles. That was until the state of California took over. I wouldnt know a shrimp fork from a forklift.
You are exaggerating.
Yes. But you get my point.
If it becomes necessary for you to know these things, just stay very close to me and follow my lead. I promise to protect you.
She studied the oh-so-sincere expression on his handsome face. That sounds very much like trust me.
Exactly.
In my country when someone says that its usually a good idea not to.
You are most cynical, he commented.
I have good reasons.
I look forward to hearing them, he said, probably just being polite.
He smiled, showing off straight white teeth, then he covered her hand with his own, a gesture meant to comfort but brought back the spiraling-plane-sensation.
The king and queen are looking forward to meeting you, the daughter of their dear friends daughter, for whom theyve been searching so many years.
Theyve been searching? she asked, her gaze jumping to his.
In the letter, her mother had confessed that shed become pregnant by a married diplomat and ran away because shame prevented her from going to her family. Jess had feared the same family would shun her and to find out theyd been looking gave her hope a double dose of adrenaline.
She smiled up at him. Thank you Had he introduced himself? Was she so caught up in her nerves, skepticism and his charming flirtation that shed forgotten? Im sorry, I dont know your name.
My apologies. I have been remiss. He bent slightly at the waist. I am Kardahl, son of King Amahl Hourani of BhaKhar.
That name sounded familiar. Probably because he was part of the royal family. So are we related?
He shook his head. Your lineage can be traced back to royalty, but the bloodlines split off over a hundred years ago.
There was no reason to feel relieved about that and yet she was, right up until she realized why the name sounded so familiar. And why shed thought shed seen him before. Because she had seen him in print. He was better looking in person. Youre the playboy prince. Did she say that out loud? Oh God, the look on his face told her she did.
His eyes narrowed. You have been reading the tabloids.
I dont buy them, she said. It was a minor distinction, but a distinction just the same. But its hard not to see them in the grocery store, the beauty salon, the doctors waiting room.
You might want to choose a physician who does not patronize disreputable publications, he said.
I dont have a choice. This was proof that they could be living on different planets. He had no clue about her reality. My kids go to doctors contracted with the state and we dont get a vote on the publications in the waiting room.
You have children? he asked, a flicker of surprise in those dark eyes.
Ive never given birth if thats what youre asking. Im a social worker and kids in the states care are my responsibility.
I see.
I doubt it. Probably you never had to worry about medical attention, or your next meal or a roof over your head since you grew up in a palace not a group home. She made a mental note that irritation cancels out fear.
You would be correct.
Lucky him. What should I call you? Your Highness? Your Worship?
He who rules the universe is my preferred title.
She blinked. Im sorry. Were you being funny?
Apparently not.
But he smiled, a charming smile that made her want to grab hold of the nearest chair. Another mental note: this playboy had a sense of humor and it packed more punch than his charm. She didnt know whether to be grateful that her player radar was alive, well and functioning with one hundred percent accuracy or unsettled to have proof that shed inherited from her mother the playboy-magnet gene. The thing wasshe wanted to be swept away, but by someone who sincerely wanted her and men who were players didnt do sincere.
Shed just confirmed that he was everything she didnt want in a man. Not that he would hit on her. According to those questionable publications, his taste in women ran to models, actresses and world-famous beauties. She was not, not and so not.
My friends and family call me Kardahl, he was saying.
She nodded. Kardahl it is. Ill just get my bag
It will be taken care of. He rested his hand at the small of her back.
She swore the heat of his fingers seeped through the material of her suit jacket and made her want to melt. Probably that was because he smelled really good. Shed read somewhere that sense of smell was a powerful weapon in the arsenal of seduction. Still, there was the whole willingness thing and hed just kissed the hand of maybe the only woman on the planet who was immune to his tabloid-worthy charisma.
Kardahl did not miss the chill that slid into Jessicas large hazel eyes when he had introduced himself. Or the way she quite deliberately moved away from his touch now. Given their relationship, her reservations were puzzling.
He held out his hand, indicating that she precede him. Let us go.
He settled her in the back of the limousine and supervised the removal of her luggage. There were only two pieces, a meager amount of belongings all things considered. It was his experience that women always brought more than necessary and she was moving her entire life. Strange, indeed.
Kardahl slid into the back of the car beside her and met her gaze. The scandal precipitating her arrival was entirely his doing. Hed lost the only woman he would ever love and when he had grown weary of being told life goes on, he had thrown himself into the business of livingwith many women. And he was guilty of the abundant yet judicious use of flattery. But he had told this woman the truth about being quite lovely. Her sun-streaked brown hair fell past her shoulders, with shorter strands framing a delicate face and cheekbones that revealed her noble heritage. She had also inherited lips that were full, well-formed, and quite frankly, the most kissable mouth he had ever seen.
Tell me about yourself, he said.
Im disappointed.
You have only to tell me who has done this and I will see that a high price is paid for the transgression.
Look in the mirror, she said dryly. Surely you can do better than tell me about yourself.Ive heard some of the worlds best pickup lines. For instancehere I am, what are your other two wishes. Or, do you have a Band-Aid? I scraped my knees when I fell for you. Or, my personal favoriteDo you believe in love at first sight? Or should I go out and come in again?
You do not believe that I sincerely wish to know you?
She slid him an assessing glance. Hows that uber-sincere line working for you?
The puzzle of Jessica Sterling deepened. Revelation of his identity had altered the obvious female interest he had first recognized when her pulse raced and her hand trembled in his. Gone was the friendly, open woman he had first met. Now he found her prickly. Skeptical. And if he was not mistaken, suspicious. This was a reaction he had never before encountered from a woman. It was remarkably refreshing.
He smiled. The line works quite well, actually. When I politely and sincerely inquire to know more about a woman, she invariably rewards me with information about herself. Intimate information.
Okay. Ill play along.
Play? This is a game?
What else? she asked. This is you.
He nodded. Then if you choose to treat it as a game, I will play along, too.
I figured you would, she said.
So, if you please, tell me about yourself.
She blew out a long breath. I was born in Los Angeles, California. My mother died when I was twelve. I grew up in the child welfare system. Went to college and received a degree in social work. She shrugged. Those are the highlights of my life.
Kardahl did not believe that was so and only now recalled that his father had intended to have Jessicas background investigated. Undoubtedly it had been done, but Kardahls indifference to the situation had prevented him from reading the report. He regretted that now.
As the car sped smoothly toward the palace, he looked at her. I suspect there is more you are not saying.
A frown marred the smooth skin of her forehead, then she turned to look out the window. There was tension in the line of her jaw, the length of her slender neck, the set of her shoulders. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers intertwined, but there was nothing restful about her as she rubbed one thumb over the other.
Theres a lot Im not saying, but its not important. Finally she met his gaze. Tell me about you.
She did not wish to talk about herself, which made him all the more curious. But there was time to learn what he wanted to know. I am the second in line of succession to the throne of BhaKhar
The spare heir?
Some would say.
So youre like the equivalent of the vice president in my country.
I suppose that is true.
Youre so busy keeping women happy all over the world. When do you have time to get ready?
For what?
To rule the country. If youre called on.
He did have a reputationsome of it deserved, some embellished. But no one knew why he took pains to cultivate it. I will do my duty should the need arise, but I pray it will not because my brother, Malik, will one day be king.
Of course. Tell me more.
What do you wish to know?
I wish to know how someone like you who was born with so many advantages and opportunities to do really good things can turn into a self-absorbed pleasure seeker whos only interested in his next romantic conquest.
Her tone was friendly, conversational. And because he liberally used flattery, he recognized it in women. He was accustomed to it. He definitely did not see it now. You have quite a low opinion of me.
Its hard not to, what with all the stories printed about you and women who are equally self-absorbed and pleasure seeking.
His emotions had shut down two years ago after burying his beloved Antonia and he almost didnt recognize the prick of anger now. Do you believe everything you read in those publications?
At the very least there has to be a grain of truth or they would be subject to accusations of slander followed by expensive lawsuits. And how many times have denials been issued only to find out the story was true? So, yes, I do believe a lot of what I read. She met his gaze directly. Although I have to say you look nothing like your pictures.
The paparazzi are not interested in taking favorable photographs. Their goal is to take infamous ones. And they did not care who they hurt in the pursuit of that goal, he thought bitterly.
And you certainly give them ample opportunity.
If you have such a low opinion of me, it begs the question. Why did you agree to come here?
You know why. The kings representative promised to make it possible for me to meet my family. She met his gaze. After that, Im going back home to my job with the department of social servicesimportant, relevant work. Something you probably wouldnt understand.
You would be wrong. He was the minister of Finance and Defense. I am quite social.
She smiled. No doubt about that, but the services you provide are questionable.
She was making assumptions without knowing him and it was beginning to grate. It was as if she were trying to elicit emotion from him, even if that emotion was negative. If that was her objective, she was destined for more disappointment. The passion he had once felt was big and blazing, an entity with a life of its own and an excitement that had consumed him. When he lost that, he lost everything. He was empty inside. He had learned to go on by embracing that feeling of nothing and Jessica could not do or say anything to make him care.
This was about dutyin his case duty had been helped along by the unfortunate photographs of him with a certain still-married and much divorced actress. With negotiations in progress for BhaKhar to join other nations in the Global Commerce Union, a scandal in the royal family would not be tolerated. As the public relations minister had pointed outthe only thing the media loved more than a salacious story was a salacious love story that included a wedding.
But that was not the real reason her presence in BhaKhar had been expedited. The woman Kardahl had loved was dead, along with their unborn child and a part of him had died with them. Now one woman was the same as the next. It had ceased to matter to him that the king had chosen his bride when Kardahl was just a boy. His heart had turned to stone.
But his confusion was increasing. What was this about her going back to a job? It would explain her scarcity of luggage, but created more questions.
Kardahl frowned. One who takes vows so cavalierly should not be so swift to point accusing fingers.
Vows? Her smile disappeared. What are you talking about? What vows?
The vows we took by proxy.
Her eyes widened. I dont understand.
Neither did he. But this he knew for certain. You are my bride.
CHAPTER TWO
THREE hours ago Jessica had been afraid the family shed only just found might reject her because she was the result of her mothers out-of-wedlock pregnancy. Now she had bigger things to worry about, like marriage to a man who didnt know the meaning of the words vow, dedication and loyalty.
In his palace suite, she paced back and forth in front of the French doors that opened to a balcony overlooking the Arabian Sea while she waited for him to return and tell her it was all a big mistake. Theyd have a laugh, then she could get on with the reason shed come here.
At least she had a great view for her pacing and his suite wasnt bad, either. Not bad was a gross understatement. It was big. And while she was tempted to explore, she didnt want to lose her way and get caught snooping. What she could see right here was pretty awesome. Celery-green sofas done in a suedelike fabric faced each other in front of a white brick fireplace. Pictures, each with their own lighting, hung on the walls throughout the spacious living and dining rooms. She didnt know a darn thing about art but would bet each one cost more money than she made in a month because they were filled with difficult to identify body parts. And they were difficult to identify because they werent where they were supposed to be. Kind of like the mess she now found herself in.
How could she be married and not know it? What about the white dress, flowers, rings and vowspreferably of the verbal kind. Her low-heeled pumps clicked on the mosaic tiles in the suites foyer as she checked the door to make certain it wasnt locked, then peeked outside to see if anyone was standing guard there. No and no, she thought, closing the door.
That didnt mean she wasnt a victim in some bizarre sex slave ring. Shed seen stories. Granted it was far-fetched. When the royal family had taken her under their wing, shed never suspected another agenda, but what did she know? She thought proxy marriages had gone out with horse-drawn buggies and hoop skirts.
While she was trying to decide whether or not her luggage would slow her down too much when she made a run for it, the door opened and Kardahl joined her in the living room.
I have news, he said.
She tried to read his expression and when she couldnt, made a hopeful guess. Were not married.
On the contrary. He held out a piece of paper. Is this your signature?
She took it from him and stared at the familiar scrawl beneath the foreign words. It looks like mine, but
Were you coerced? he interrupted.
No. But I remember a stack of paperwork taller than me and
Not such a very great stack of paperwork then, he interrupted, looking her over from head to toe.
She was going to ignore that. Not being fluent in the BhaKharian language, I couldnt read this. The man who was supposed to be helping me said it was nothing important. That I was simply giving my permission to open records that would unite me with my family.
Kardahl nodded as he took the paper she handed back and set it on the glass-topped coffee table. In his overzealous desire to serve the king, he may have stretched the truth.
He lied?
Not exactly. Your signature gives your permission to access records, but it also bears witness to your agreement to the marriage by proxy.
Thats absurd. This is 2007. No one gets married by proxy.
I assure you it is quite real and legal.
As yet, she wasnt outraged to the point where she missed the irony of being this mans bride. Nine out of ten women would be alternately doing the dance of joy and counting their lucky stars. But Kardahl got reluctant woman number ten. But irony worked both ways. She was apparently legally married to her worst nightmare. That kicked her outrage into overdrive.
She put her hands on her hips. How do you know Im not already married?
Do you not think someone would have checked that?
I never thought Id be in a proxy-marriage situation. How did this happen? she asked, pacing again. Why did I draw the short straw? At his blank look she translated, Why me?
Your mothers lineage can be traced back to royalty and there is a long friendship between our families. Many years ago it was decided that her offspring would become the bride of the kings second son
What if shed had a boy? Jess demanded.
But she didnt, he pointed out, far too calmly as his gaze lingered on her breasts. So when your attorney made inquiries and you were located, plans for the union proceeded.
This was wrong in so many ways, she didnt know where to start. Actually that wasnt entirely accurate. Did you sign one of those papers, too?
Yes.
Voluntarily?
Yes, he answered far too patiently.
The playboy prince signed a marriage agreement without a gun to his head? Why?
It is my destiny. The spare heir is required to marry and produce children.
Since when was he the poster boy for following the rules? What if Id never been found? When he opened his mouth, she held up a finger to stop him. Dont you dare say but you were.
The corners of his mouth curved up. It is not necessary since you have said it for me.
Then Ill rephraseWhat prevented you from getting married before this? If Id never turned up, would you never have married?
A suitable bride would have been selected. He shrugged. When the time was right.
So the time was right now? Because I was located?
Thatand other things. He looked like a naughty little boy caught red-handed.
The expression was cute, she thought, before her outraged self scratched the observation and replaced it. He was no boy. The girly parts of her recognized and responded to his masculinity against her will and better judgment.
What did you do? she managed to ask.
Why do you assume that I am at fault without really knowing me?
She folded her arms over her chest and looked up. How can you ask that with a straight face. This is you were talking about. The whole world knows about your romantic escapades. Of course you did something. What was it this time? Im sure a woman is involved, she guessed.
She left her husband, although the separation is not yet legal.
That would make her a married woman. I guess the king wasnt too happy with you.
Not me so much as it is the pictures of myself and the lady taken with the telephoto lens. He shrugged, but his eyes narrowed. My father and his advisers made it clear that this was an opportune time towhat is the expressionkill two birds with one stone.
Squash the scandal and do your duty?
Exactly, he agreed.
So the king had one nerve left and Kardahl had gotten on itand dragged her along with him. She put her hands on her hips. Theres just one problem. I dont want to be married.
May I ask why?
So many reasons, so little time, she said. And if I did decide to walk down the aisleand I mean walk down the aisle, not sign a piece of paper and presto youre hitchedyoure the last man on the face of the earth I would choose.
Instead of irritation, amusement sparkled in his eyes. Is that so?
Your behavior proves youre not capable of commitment. She waited for his expression to change and when it didnt, she said, Feel free to deny it and set the record straight. The basis for that opinion comes directly from the tabloids.
There is no need to deny it. You are correct.
Then why didnt you refuse to go through with this proxy thing?
The amusement finally disappeared, replaced by a dark look that made his eyes hard as granite. It is the price of royal birth. This marriage is about duty.
Thats the thing. There is no marriage because I didnt knowingly give my consent. She never would have given it, especially if shed known who she was marrying. In case theres any question, I am not happy about this.
That is understandable. You have been ill used.
He was agreeing with her again. Why did he keep doing that?
Come again?
You should have been apprised of all the facts of the situation. The aide responsible for this will be severely disciplined.
Thats a start. How severely? she asked cautiously.
How severely would you like?
Good question. How did you chastise someone responsible for marrying you to the kind of man youd avoided like the stomach flu?
She looked at him. If the punishment were to fit the crime, he should be forced into a marriage with the last person on the planet he would choose.
He is already married.
Laughter slid into Kardahls eyes indicating he got her drift and didnt care that shed slighted him. Why should he when the world was his playground and all the women in it his adoring toys.
I see. And does he also have children? she asked.
Three.
Ouch. She didnt want to be responsible for the man losing his job when he had a wife and kids depending on him. Maybe a severe talking to would be enough. Along with a warning not to play with peoples lives.
I will arrange it, he said. He bowed slightly and smiled.
Dont do that.
It is a gesture of respect, he explained.
Not the bow. Dont smile at me.
He tilted his head as he studied her. You would rather I frown?
Yes, she thought. For many reasons. Not the least of which was the way his smile made breathing a challenge and threatened her equilibrium. How can you smile when we still have a big problem? How are you going to get me out of this marriage?
It is possible to obtain an annulment, he said.
Okay, she said nodding. Im almost smiling. What do I have to do?
You must not consummate the marriage.
This must be hopeless romantic hell. She was discussing sex as if it were a business deal. So much for being swept away. Okay then, start the paperwork. I promise not to seduce you and Im quite sure you cant seduce me.
Are you so very certain? There was a gleam in his eyes. The glitter of competition, a challenge issued.
Oh, please. Im looking for a man who can put his heart and soul into a relationship. Youre not that man and we both know it.
Do we? He looked at her for a long moment, then shrugged. If you wish it, I will begin the process of dissolution.
I wish it very much. Clearly he was being so agreeable because he didnt want to be married. Then a thought struck her. Is this going to get you in more trouble?
Do not worry about me. I will explain to the king and queen.
There wont be more scandal? she asked.
My public relations staff will issue appropriate statements. But
What?
If I could prevail upon you to play the part of my wifeonly in public, he added, until any hint of scandal has faded away. You would have my gratitude. And although my family has caused you some distress, they would be forever in your debt as well. And in the meantime, I will give you every possible assistance in meeting your family.
Family. Its why shed come halfway around the world. Because shed had no one after her mother died, shed always longed to have the problems with relatives that others moaned about. She would cherish interference, being judged and unwanted advice if she gained unconditional love.
Its a deal, she agreed. As long as no one expects me to produce children.
His only response was a smile and a look that reminded her of a large hunting cat selecting his prey.
As the limousine drove past the colorful booths of the open marketplace and continued toward the heart of BhaKhars capital city, Jessica stared out the window shaking her head.
Something is not to your liking? Kardahl asked.
Everything is fine.
And that was an understatement. True to his promise, he had shown her to her own room and shed spent the nightalonein the most beautiful bedroom shed ever seen with a closet as big as her whole apartment in L.A. The bed was so high, shed half expected her nose to bleed. The bathroom vanity was marble and all the fixtures were gold. After a pleasant breakfast, Kardahl had told her his staff was contacting her family and while they were waiting for a response he offered to take her on a tour of the city. It was very sweet, but probably part of his scandal-suppressing charade. And she was okay with that.
What saddened her in a soul-deep way was that this lovely, graceful city with its white and pink stucco buildings and red-tile roofs had been her mothers birthplace and Jessica had never known. It was part of who she was and made her feel as if pieces of her heart were missing.
Tell me what troubles you, he said, his voice deep and gentle.
The gentleness got her. That and the fact that hed read her so right and wouldnt let her brush him off. I cant believe that my mother never talked about her country and her family.
It must have been a bitterly unhappy time for her.
Why do you say that? she asked.
He shrugged. It is a reasonable assumption. One tries to forget unhappy times. Talking of them would simply keep the pain fresh. In addition, the burden would be heavy enough without weighing down a child.
So he thought her mother was protecting her. He looked sincere and it made sense, although she hadnt expected such a depth of understanding from a man with his reputation for superficiality.
She smiled at him. Whether or not youre right, I find that very comforting. When his cell phone rang, she looked out the window at the Arabian Sea. The sparkling blue expanse disappeared as they drove down a narrow street with fashionable shops on both sides.
He folded shut his phone and said, That was my secretary.
He looked at her. I waited until your arrival to confirm a visit to your family.
When can I meet them? she asked eagerly. I dont know much about them.
You have two aunts
My mother had two sisters? Duh. Hed just told her as much. What shed meant was, shed always wanted a sister, or a brother. Shed desperately wished for someone so she wouldnt be alone. Her mother had sisters and shed walked away from that, never looking back. Why?
One of your aunts, he continued, is married to the ruler of BhaKhars desert people. The other is a doctor who lives in a city to the north of the capital. I have arranged for you to meet them both.
That would be wonderful. She was almost afraid to ask. And my grandparents?
They are on an extended diplomatic assignment at the request of the foreign service minister. Theyve been informed of your arrival and will return as soon as possible.
I see. She sighed.
He frowned. What is it?
Im disappointed that I have to wait, she admitted. Id hoped to spend as much time as possible getting to know them before I have to return to my job.
Can you not extend your leave of absence?
I suppose Ill have to, but I hate to do that to the kids.
They are not being cared for while you are gone?
Its not that simple. Getting kids to trust when theyve lost everyone isnt easy. She knew from personal experience. In fact, she still never let herself believe in anyone with her whole heart. Its a leave of absence for me, but to them its one more rejection. One more person who abandoned them.
They must learn not to put their trust in a single person, he said. It is a lesson that will serve them well. Would they not be better off without you?
She shook her head. Everybody needs somebody sometime. If they dont engage emotionally, they become isolated and antisocial.
Is not detachment more uncomplicated?
She stared at him. This from a man who attaches himself to anything in a skirt She pressed her lips together and sighed. Never mind.
Do not misunderstand. I have great admiration for your devotion and the conviction that you can make a difference. His tone said it was a waste of time.
The world would be in sadder shape than it already is if no one tried.
I wish you luck in your efforts.
This attitude was what shed expected based on what shed read about him. And if not for his insight moments ago she never would have questioned it. But she wondered how he could be so understanding and so jaded at the same time.
She was about to ask when she glanced out the window and realized theyd stopped. Is the tour over?
His smile was mysterious. Yes. And now I have a surprise. When the driver opened the door, Kardahl slid out, then held a hand out for her. She took it and he closed his fingers around hers, drawing her to her feet on the sidewalk in front of a dress shop. Then he slipped her hand into the bend of his arm and said, Come with me.
Inside, the perimeter of the store was lined with womens clothesdresses, suits, full-length gowns. If one couldnt have a fairy godmother with a magic wand, shopping was the next best thing. But there was nothing magic about her budget and she was pretty sure it wouldnt withstand the prices in this place.
Why are we here? she asked.
Before he could answer, a saleswoman appeared, smiling broadly when she recognized Kardahl. Your Highness, I was delighted when you called. Please give the queen my regards. As you can see, I have canceled all other appointments and closed to the public as you requested. So this is your wife?
Jessica, he said.
She is quite lovely. My congratulations on your marriage.
Thank you, he said, glancing down at her. My wife is in need of some clothes. And there is a reception tomorrow night.
There is Jess stopped, not wanting to blow his cover. But it would be helpful if he didnt spring stuff like that on her in public.
The next thing she knew, the woman had whipped out her tape measure and after taking measurements said, She is a perfect size two. I have some lovely things that will be most flattering to Her Highness.
Jess wasnt anyones Highness, but she didnt quite know how to phrase it even if she could persuade someone to listen. Not to mention outing their marriage for the sham it was. The woman bustled around the room plucking a sage-green suit, black silk slacks and several coordinating blouses before disappearing, presumably to a fitting room. When she returned, Kardahl pointed to a slender, black evening gown. I wish to see her in this.
The saleswoman smiled. It is fortunate that the gown is her size. And Your Highness has excellent taste.
As well he should, Jess thought. His Highness was a notorious flirt and playboy who no doubt had intimate experience sizing up women as he removed their clothes. The thought made her shiver and that was a problem. Jesss mind was saying no, no, no, while her body grew more curious. And her heart was telling her shed have to be six feet under to not salivate at the chance to at least try on these clothes. But how could she tell the woman she was wasting her time?
When she disappeared with the evening gown, Jess turned to Kardahl. Listen up. This isnt necessary. I dont need anything. We both know the annulment is coming. And
And until then, the world will be watching my wife. There is the matter of the reception tomorrow evening. He smiled. I saw your eyes light up as you looked at everything. It would please me to do this and the least I can do for the inconvenience imposed on you. At least try the things on. The woman would be disappointed if you do not.
So youre playing the disappointment card again. She sighed. Is that a royal order?
Would you like it to be?
She sighed. Yes. It has to be wrong to defy a royal order.
Indeed, he said.
She heard the smile in his voice as she turned away and left to find the saleswoman. Around the corner was a fitting room with the clothes she recognized hanging on various hooks. Jessica figured she was probably a spineless slug, but what the heck? She was stuck and might as well enjoy the experience.
Everything fit as if made for her and her female heart was full to bursting at the prospect of wearing such exquisite styles, such delicate, shiny fabrics that rustled when she moved. The saleswoman, Jasmine, bustled in and out, removing items as she brought in more. The black dress Kardahl had picked out was the last thing she tried on.
Jessica looked at herself in the full-length mirror and her eyes went wide. The neck was high and the sleeves long but the soft satin clung to every curve and revealed as much as it concealed. She turned and gasped at the flesh-baring back.
It is perfect for you. The woman ran her hands over the hips and waist. His Royal Highness requested only to see you in this.
He did?
The woman nodded. He said to tell you it is a royal order.
The downside of orders were the ones you didnt want to obey. But her choices were to either suck it up, or cause a scene. As she left the dressing room, Jess held the skirt of the gown up to keep from tripping on the long hem. When she walked into the room where Kardahl waited, she held her breath. He stood and took her hand, helping her onto the dais in front of a bank of mirrors before stepping behind her.
Jess could see him in the mirror, the smoldering look in his eyes as his gaze took in every inch of her. Her feet had been on solid ground for twenty-four hours, but her stomach dropped as if she were taking off in the royal jet. The only explanation was emotional drought, she thought. She wasnt used to men looking at her the way he was and it was like setting fire to the dry brush of her romantic heart.
I dont think this suits me, she said breathlessly.
It suits me, he said, his voice as deep and appealing as sin. We will take it with us, he informed the saleswoman.
Jess said nothing because she wouldnt embarrass the royal family in public. But elegant and costly clothes wouldnt change anything. She might have been chosen for a prince, but she wasnt raised as a princess. All she wanted to do was get to know her family, then go back to her life.
By the time she was dressed in her off-the-rack slacks and shirt, the dress was in a protective bag and Kardahl had arranged for the rest of the clothes to be delivered to the palace. When they stepped out of the store, the crowd gathered outside suddenly surged forward, flashbulbs exploding from every direction.
Whos the lady, Your Highness? asked one reporter.
Is she married, Your Highness?
Someone shoved a microphone in Jessicas face. How did you and Prince Kardahl meet?
Without comment, Kardahl pulled her to him, using his body to shield her from the cameras. Then he thrust her into the waiting limousine.
As she struggled to control her hammering heart, Jess looked at Kardahl. The expression of fury on his face was completely and utterly shocking. Something told her this reaction wasnt about unauthorized pictures or unflattering photo angles. This was a deeply emotional response.
She wondered where the easygoing, charming flirt had gone when she didnt want to wonder about him at all.
CHAPTER THREE
HOW ironic to have a skirmish with the paparazzi only hours before this meeting with the king and queen. Kardahl had once hoped the woman he would be presenting to his parents as his wife would be another, but thanks to his father, that was never to be. Still, the time had come for introductions.
Now he sat beside Jessica on the sofa in his parents living room. Faline and Amahl Hourani, made the side by side overstuffed chairs look like thrones as they studied their daughter-in-law. They had once scrutinized the woman of his choice and found her wanting, but tonight they looked pleased. At least someone was, he thought.
His fathers dark hair was flecked with gray on the sides, giving him what most thought a distinguished look. Kardahl had no feeling one way or the other. He only knew the king was a rigid and uncompromising man, difficult to please and stubborn. Kardahl would never forgive him for refusing to waive tradition so that he could marry the woman he wanted.
Unlike her husband, his dark-eyed mother would not permit a gray hair to invade her lustrous, shoulder-length hair. For a small woman, she possessed a strength of will and sense of humor that kept her husband both intrigued and in line. At one time, Kardahl had hoped to emulate their relationship. Those hopes had died with his beloved.
Are you sure you will not join us in a brandy, Jessica? his mother asked.
Thank you, no. Coffee is fine. Jessica set her china cup on the saucer resting on the side table.
She was casually dressed in black slacks and a coordinating silky black and white blouse. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun at her nape, with numerous sun-kissed strands escaping the confinement to caress her graceful neck. The scent of her skin filled his head with the fragrance of sunshine and flowers as her shoulder brushed his own. She seemed unaffected by the nearness, but he was not so fortunate.
I understand you had your first experience with reporters today, my dear, the king was saying.
Yes, Your Highness.
The king turned a displeased look on him. How did this happen, Kardahl?
He had wondered also and made inquiries of his security staff. It seems there is a site on the Internet where the sighting of a high-profile individual can be posted practically as it is occurring.
Jessica stared at him. You mean anyone monitoring that site who happened to be in the area could walk up and shake your hand?
Yes, he said grimly. My guess is that the news media monitors the site.
But thats practically stalking.
In a free society, the king said, it is the price we pay. Also part of the cost is minding ones behavior. As Kardahl knows all too well.
Jessica glanced up at him with what looked like sympathy in her eyes, then back to his father. I cant help feeling responsible. They found him because he surprised me with a detour to the dress shop
You took her to Jasmines as I suggested? his mother interrupted.
I did, he confirmed, sliding his arm along the top of the sofa, then resting his fingers close to Jessicas shoulder.
Until that first meeting on the plane, Kardahl had been annoyed at the turn of events, but had subsequently learned that Jessica was even less pleased than he about the situation. She was an unwilling participant and unprepared for this life. And the look on her face when the paparazzi had besieged him had made him want to protect her. As he had been unable to protect Antonia.
Those people are predators who feed off others, he commented.
The queen sighed as she shook her head. The press can be difficult.
I just wasnt prepared for them, Jessica said. Up until today the most excitement I ever had shopping was when the clerk forgot to remove one of those security devices and I set off the alarm when I tried to leave the store.
The king smiled indulgently. My dear, if you would change your mind and stay with Kardahl here in BhaKhar, you would be given instruction in dealing with the media.
Probably not by Kardahl, Jessica said, glancing up at him with humor sparkling like jewels in her eyes. Unless he used himself as a cautionary tale.
His father laughed. No. I think my son would not be the best instructor. Then he turned serious as he met her gaze. I urge you to change your mind about the annulment.
Youre very kind
I hear a but, the king interrupted. Your grandparents are dear friends. They would be greatly pleased by a real marriage to join our families.
Youre very kind, Jessica said again. But, Im not royal family material. In spite of the betrothal, circumstances intervened and I wasnt raised to be the wife of a prince.
Kardahl saw her fingers clasp and tighten until the knuckles turned white as she rubbed one thumb over the other. When he glanced at her face, the tension in her delicate jaw and shadows in her eyes did not escape his notice.
You would have a staff to help and the queen and I would
Enough. Apparently Kardahl had to protect her from his father as well as the press. He rose. Jessica has expressed her feelings and I will not permit you to pressure her.
Kardahl. The queen frowned. That is no way to speak to your father.
For the time being she is my wife and in this instance, it is precisely the way. I have promised her a tour of the palace. We are leaving now.
Surprise flickered in Jessicas expression when she looked up. Before she could expose his lie, he held out his hand. Are you ready?
Yes. She put her fingers in his palm and stood up, then smiled at his parents. Thank you for dinner.
You are most welcome, his mother said. We look forward to seeing you at the reception tomorrow evening.
And you as well, my son. There was anger in the kings order.
I will be there.
For Jessica. Kardahl led her to the elevator that would take them to the first floor. He was impervious to his fathers moods now. Once he had cared, but that ended when the king chose tradition over happiness. If Kardahl had been allowed to marry the woman he wanted, she might stillBut that was something he would never know. His fingers clenched into a fist as the rage-fueled powerlessness blazed through him. He had learned it was preferable to the pain.
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Teresa Southwick
Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: Jessica Sterling has just discovered a life-changing secret.In the desert kingdom of Bha′Khar is the family she never knew she had! Little does she realize that includes the man she′s been betrothed to since birth….Sheikh Kardahl Hourani is rich, gorgeous and just a tiny bit arrogant. He′s happy to marry, but this brooding prince doesn′t have love on his agenda. Can Jessica see the man behind the playboy persona and find her way into his guarded heart?