It would be easy to disappear without trace in the miles of corridors that wound through the vast palace, she decided some twenty minutes later, when she finally negotiated her way to the east wing."Will I find Prince Ahsan here?" she asked the hapless guard who had followed her from her side of the palace and who had looked increasingly unhappy when she had steadfastly refused to return to her suite.He did not reply, but she saw him exchange glances with the two guards standing at the end of the corridor. She was certain she would find Ahsan beyond the double doors."I’m here to see the prince," she told them, lifting her chin and glaring at them when they stared straight ahead, their faces impassive. "He is expecting me." The lie still earned no response, and with an angry toss of her head, she stepped forward—only to find her way instantly barred as the guards crossed their swords in front of the doors."It is not permitted for you to enter." One of the men finally spoke, and Kat
"And he is heir to the throne—a little fact that you forgot to mention at Ingledean when you persuaded me to bring him here," she said icily. I suppose you were too busy making up all that rubbish about your father being on his deathbed—so ill that he could not possibly fly to England to visit his grandson. "You lied to me." She rounded on him bitterly. You led me to believe that the King might only have a short time left and that he was desperate to see Hazem before he died. "But your father is no closer to death than I am," she snapped. "For a man of eighty, he looks as fit as a flea."She was so burned up with anger because Ahsan had manipulated her into doing his bidding that she missed the warning glint in his eyes. "You tricked me into bringing Hazem here, but you are not keeping him." It was his father’s wish that he should spend his childhood at Ingledean with me. "I know what Farhan wanted," she flung at him, pushing her tumbling flame-colored curls over her shoulder with an
Ahsan’s dark head swooped, and his mouth sought hers with unerring precision. When her senses reacted to the sensual heat of his body and the subtle musk of his cologne, she twisted her head and braced her hands against his chest, despair sweeping through her.She could not let him kiss her—not again, no way, never!"You’re mistaken," she muttered. "I don’t feel anything for you—and the only reason I didn’t sleep last night is because I’m desperate to take Hazem and leave here.""Liar," Ahsan drawled lazily. One hand cupped her chin and forced her head up, while the other anchored in her hair to hold her fast. "You assure me you want to leave, but your body tells a different story." He trailed his eyes down her body to the visible peaks of her nipples straining beneath her blouse and gave a satisfied smile.She looked so prim and proper in the high-necked blouse and long skirt she’d worn for her meeting with the King, but her demure appearance only inflamed his hunger for her. He knew
"Oh, I will please you, Kate," he said softly, but it sounded more like a threat than a promise, and she twisted her head wildly and bucked her hips—until she realized that her actions were having a profound effect on his already aroused body. "Don’t stop," he mocked, when she ceased the frantic movements that had brought her pelvis into direct contact with the solid ridge of his throbbing manhood. "But you’re wearing too many clothes."With deft movements that proclaimed his expertise in the art of undressing a woman, he one-handedly unfastened the row of tiny buttons that ran from Kate’s throat to her waist and pushed the edges of her blouse apart to reveal small breasts cupped by a gossamer-fine bra. Her nipples were clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric, and he brushed his thumb gently across one peak and then the other, until she was desperate for him to caress her naked flesh.His gaze locked with hers as he unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra and bared her breasts. Wi
He swung away from her, his conscience prickling as he thought of Hazem. The little boy loved Kate and regarded her as his mother. Would it be fair to separate him from the woman who has cared for him since he was a couple of months old? Ahsan thought back to when his own mother had left Qubbah, to how desperately he had missed her and longed for her to return, and to his heartbreak when he learned that she was never coming back. How could he allow Hazem to suffer the same sense of abandonment that had haunted what remained of his childhood after his mother had gone?But, he reminded himself, Hazem was younger than he had been.He would soon forget Kate. Ahsan decided he would have to. Because the alternative was for her to stay at the palace indefinitely, causing his hormones to explode.He strode over to the door, but could not resist looking back at her. His desire for her had escalated to an agonizing craving that was beyond anything he had ever felt for any other woman. She was fo
Soon the walls of the fortress were no longer visible, and the desert seemed vast and intimidating. The sun was sinking below the horizon, and the streaks of gold and red that stained the sky were fading to purple as night fell with surprising swiftness. Kate’s palms were clammy as she gripped the steering wheel. She switched on the headlights and stared intently through the windscreen. Zaid had said that Al Razir was ahead, but he hadn’t mentioned that the road forked, and she had no idea which way to go. She reasoned that it had to be straight on.She had no recollection of turning from one dusty track to another on the way to the palace, but if she was honest, the journey to Ahsan’s home had been an endless blur of sand.After driving for another half hour, it became obvious that she had taken the wrong road. The lights of Al Razir should surely be visible by now, but instead the blackness was thick and oppressive, and the road had changed from a reasonably flat surface to a narrowi
Sheer panic churned in Kate’s stomach. "But what about Hazem?" she whispered."He is being driven back to the palace," Ahsan told her, still in that icy tone. "As I have explained many times, it is his home now." His tenuous hold on his self-control gave way, and his anger exploded. "I can’t believe you drove off into the desert with him." Your behavior was stupid and irresponsible. "The guards who had been assigned to watch over Hazem have been sacked for their incompetence," he added, his voice shaking with fury."It wasn’t their fault," Kate said miserably. Your personal assistant is the one to blame. He helped me get away and even told me where I would find a car."Don’t be ridiculous—why do you imagine I would listen to your lies?" Ahsan rounded on her furiously. "Zaid told me how he had caught you rifling through my desk, and he was deeply apologetic that he had not guessed you had stolen the car keys.""I did not steal them; he gave them to me." Kate broke off, her hurt minglin
Jamila had said that Ahsan had been in love with the bride his father had chosen for him. She did not know why he had not married her, but surely it proved that he could fall in love with the right woman—and he’d made it clear that that woman was definitely not her.Ahsan’s brows winged upward in the look of haughty arrogance she knew so well. "Love is a vastly overrated emotion, I’ve always thought," he said coolly. "But if you need another reason other than the fact that we practically combust whenever we’re within five feet of one another, you can console yourself with the knowledge that we both love Hazem and we are both determined to be good parents to him."He reached out suddenly and caught her chin, tilting her face so that he could stare into her eyes. Kate immediately focused on his mouth, and her tongue darted out in unconscious invitation. She was facing the most serious decision of her life, but part of her wished he would stop talking and just kiss her senseless before t