Ah, but my brother is King there now,’ he said, his voice hardening as he acknowledged the capricious law of succession and how it altered the lives of those who were affected by it. ‘And Zamorah became King very unexpectedly, which changed my place in the natural order of things.’Pamela looked at him. ‘How come?’‘Up until that moment I was just another desert Prince with the freedom to do pretty much as I wanted—but when our uncle died suddenly I became second in line to the throne. The spare.’‘And is that so bad?’ she prompted gently.‘Try living in a goldfish bowl and see how you like it,’ he said. ‘It means you have all the strictures of being the heir, but none of the power. My freedom was something I cherished above everything else …’ Hadn’t it been the one compensation for his lonely and isolated childhood? The fact that he hadn’t really had to account for himself? ‘And suddenly it was taken away from me. It made me want to stay away from Khoshorbhan, where I felt the people
‘By “settling down”, I suppose you mean getting married and having children?’ he questioned.Pamela nodded. ‘I suppose so.’Theodore’s lips curved. She supposed so! ‘The perfect nuclear family?’‘Well—’‘Which doesn’t exist,’ he interjected.‘That’s a little harsh, Theodore.’‘Is it?’ Black eyes iced into her. ‘You experienced one yourself, did you?’‘Well, no. You know I didn’t. I told you that I never knew my father.’‘And it left a gaping hole in your life?’‘I tried never to think of it that way,’ she said defensively. ‘Holes can always be filled by something else. It may not have been a “normal” family life, but it was a life.’‘Well, I never knew a “normal” childhood, either,’ he said, more bitterly than he had intended.‘Can I … can I ask what happened?’He stared at her, and she looked so damned sweet and soft that he found himself telling her. ‘My mother almost died having me, and after I was born she was so ill that she needed round-the-clock care. Zamorah was that bit older
However, Theodore had eventually lowered his emotional defenses and confided in her, sharing his deepest thoughts and feelings. This act of vulnerability had felt almost as intimate and profound as the physical connection they had shared. The prospect of returning home alone seemed unthinkable to her now, especially when she considered the alluring alternative he was presenting.As Theodore gestured for the check, he appeared to interpret her silence as agreement. The waiter approached their table, his expression marked by a worried frown."Is there something wrong with the food?" the waiter asked."The food is excellent," Theodore responded, giving Pamela's hand a reassuring squeeze. "But I find my companion's beauty incredibly distracting. So, we'll just take the bill, please."Pamela noticed the knowing look exchanged between Theodore and the waiter, and for a fleeting moment, she felt a pang of betrayal. She was no longer the confident woman who had been a regular patron of this e
‘Theodore,’ she said slowly, laying down her pen and putting the churned up feeling in her stomach down to his tantalising proximity. ‘You know perfectly well that the office always runs smoothly in your absence. In fact, there’s a quiet air of calm around the place. People are that bit more relaxed when the big boss isn’t around.’He gave a slow smile as he loosened his tie and dropped it in front of her like a calling card. She sounded as unruffled as she always did when she spoke to him in the office—her cool air of composure barely slipping. Why, nobody would guess that the last time they’d seen each other she had been giving him oral sex in the back of his darkened limousine. Demonstrating yet another new-found sexual skill which she seemed to have adopted with her usual dexterity.And he had reciprocated by sliding his fingers beneath her skirt and bringing her to a shuddering orgasm just moments before he’d left the car to catch his flight to JFK.Yet to look at her now she see
If only her own feelings were as straightforward. If only she hadn’t started to care. Really care. She wondered if it was normal for a woman to become a little more emotionally vulnerable every time her man made love to her. For her to start wanting things she knew she wasn’t supposed to want—things he’d specifically warned her against? Things that Theodore was renowned for never delivering—and especially to a woman like her. Stuff like commitment and happy-ever-after.‘Pamela?’She closed her eyes, letting go of the last of her troubled thoughts, allowing pure and delicious sensation to take over instead. ‘Yes,’ she whispered, as he pushed her down onto the floor and sank down beside her. ‘Oh, yes.’His fingers were on her flesh now, stroking open the moist and heated flesh at the very core of her, and he was saying, “Oh God!” on a shuddered breath, his mouth high on her thigh.‘Theodore—’ His tongue had reached the most sensitive part of her anatomy, and Pamela gave a little gasp of
Lying on bed of blue-black velvet lay a shoal of opals, fashioned into in a dramatic waterfall of a necklace. Pamela drew it out of the box. The stones were dark grey—almost black—but as the necklace shimmered over her fingers she could see the transformation of each gem into a vivid rainbow.‘Do you like it?’ questioned Theodore.Pamela blinked. ‘It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,’ she whispered.‘I chose it myself,’ he said unexpectedly. ‘I liked the element of surprise. In some lights it looks quite subdued—while in other aspects it’s amazingly vibrant.’ His eyes narrowed and his tone was dry. ‘A little like you, in fact, Pamela.’Pamela suddenly became extremely preoccupied with the jewellery, swallowing down the glimmer of tears which were hovering at the back of her eyes. He’d chosen it himself. To her certain knowledge he’d never d
‘No formality,’ he warned. ‘That is my wife’s instruction, and I dare not disobey!’‘Why, Zamorah—you sound as if you are almost under the thumb,’ mocked Theodore softly.‘Perhaps I am. And a very beautiful thumb it happens to be,’ murmured Zamorah.‘You’ve changed,’ observed Theodore, creasing his brow in a frown. ‘You’d never have admitted to something like that in the past.’‘Ah, but everything changes, Theodore,’ said Zamorah. ‘That is one of life’s great certainties.’For a moment the light of challenge sparked between the eyes of the brothers, and for a moment Pamela caught a glimpse of what the two men must have been like as children.‘Come this way,’ continued Zamorah, leading them into an enormous sitting room whose floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the park.And there, with a baby on her
‘Not getting broody, are you?’ Flora laughed.It was perhaps unfortunate that the brothers’ conversation chose that precise moment to end and Theodore glanced up. He must have heard what they’d been saying, Pamela thought, her skin suddenly growing cold with fear. He must have done. Why else did he fix her with an expression she’d never seen before? A calculating look iced the ebony depths of his eyes which made her feel like some sort of gatecrasher.‘Of course I’m not!’ she denied quickly, reaching for a glass of water and horribly aware of the sudden flush of colour to her cheeks. Why was he looking at her like that—with his eyes full of suspicion? Did he think she was trying to ingratiate herself with the monarch and his wife? Or did he think she really was getting broody?One moment she had been part of their charmed inner circle—warmed by its privileged light—and now in an instant it felt as if she had been kicked out and left to shiver on the darkened sidelines.By the time the