He didn’t pull away physically, but she sensed the immediate mental withdrawal. His gaze became unreadable as he offered a dismissive shrug. “It doesn’t matter.”
And then he did pull away as he slid out of bed.
Why couldn’t he confide in her? The frustration that threatened faded as she watched him cross the room naked. Her breath caught as she drank in all the corded muscles and defined lines of his body.
Beneath his traditional robes one could see Rafiq was powerfully built, but to see him without clothes…he was beautiful.
Her heart stumbled over a beat and she forced herself to look away, swallowing hard.
“I must get ready for the day. Are you hungry, Holly?”
She sat up in bed, holding the sheet against her breasts. “I’m…I suppose I could eat something.”
“You should eat, habiba.” He shrugged into a hotel robe and cast a disapproving look her way. “You’ve grown thinner since when I first met you.”
She’d grown thinner? She bit back a soft laugh. That was ridiculous. She’d actually gained weight since she’d stopped modeling. Nearly ten pounds, last she’d checked. “I promise, I haven’t been starving myself in the least. Would it reassure you if I called down and ordered room service?”
“No, you are not to lift a finger for anything today.” He crossed the room and then reached for the phone on the desk. “I want you to relax and spend your morning recovering.”
“Recovering?” She laughed softly. “Rafiq, I’m not coming out of major surgery here. For goodness sake, we had sex.”
He stilled. “Sex.” The way he said the word made it sound like she’d insulted him, but then he shrugged. “Of course you are right, but I would feel better knowing you are having a peaceful morning.” He returned his attention to the phone call as he placed their order.
Would he come back to bed while they waited for the food? Her pulse quickened at the possibility he might want to make love to her again.
Even though she’d absently referred to it as sex, what had happened last night had been nothing but making love. Just…without the love part. At least, on Rafiq’s end. She needed to be so very careful, because each day she spent with Rafiq made her realize how easily her heart could become a casualty in this unplanned affair.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”
She hadn’t realized he’d ended the call, and she watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. The water turned on a moment later.
Several minutes passed before Rafiq appeared from the bathroom again. She gave a startled cry as he swept her out of bed and into his arms.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve drawn a bath for you, habiba. I was quite serious in my instructions that you are to relax.”
Her protests died as they entered the bathroom. The sunken bath was full of iridescent bubbles and the comforting scent of lavender filled the room.
He hadn’t been preparing himself a bath, but one for her. The thoughtfulness of the gesture had her swallowing against the tightness in her throat. Rafiq could protest all he wanted that he wasn’t a nice guy, but she was beginning to suspect it was all a front. He’d been gentle and tender with her more often than not, especially now that the animosity was gone.
Rafiq lowered her to the ground, so slowly her body brushed every ridge on his. “Holly, I want you so much at this moment that I am tempted to cancel my meeting.”
Her mouth parted on a quiet noise of surprise. “But I thought—”
“I know what you thought, and you are wrong. Though you would not admit it, I know your body is sore this morning.” He gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. “It would be terribly selfish of me to take you so soon. No matter how badly I want to.”
She couldn’t doubt his words, not with the flicker of heat in his eyes. “And if I told you I feel fine?”
“Do not tempt me, Holly. With the way I want you, I’m not sure I could go slow or be gentle the way you would need me to be.”
Excitement raced through her in warm tingles. Just when she’d been ready to give in, he had to go and make such a stimulating comment?
He must’ve seen the frustration in her gaze, because he laughed quietly. “Take your bath, habiba. Relax and enjoy your breakfast when it arrives. There is a gala tonight at a nearby hotel I have promised us to be at.”
“Well, it sounds fun.” She reached for the lapel of his robe and pulled him close. Tilting her head, she brushed her lips across his. “Thank you for the bath. I promise to enjoy every minute of it.”
The clenching of his jaw and then way his eyes closed indicated he struggled with leaving her. It pleased her. Silly, really, but it did.
Finally he nodded and reached to turn off the faucets. “I have no doubt you will.” He straightened and his gaze seemed to catch on something behind her.
Holly turned to follow his stare and her gaze landed on a mirrored wall. She watched Rafiq flinch as he stared at himself, but he didn’t look away.
He didn’t like mirrors, didn’t like seeing his image. She’d suspected it back in his palace, but watching his initial reaction now confirmed it. A lump of pride gathered in her throat as she realized he still wasn’t looking away from their reflection. Instead his expression slowly began to relax into one of acceptance.
Good. He needed to understand what an amazing man he was. That mark on his face was nothing but that. A mark. It didn’t define him.
She leaned forward to press a kiss against his scarred cheek. “Are you sure you won’t join me in the bath, Rafiq?”
He blinked before glancing back down at her. A soft smile curved his mouth. “I only wish. I will grab a quick shower in the other room to avoid the temptation, but I will see you this afternoon.”
She watched Rafiq leave, thinking a morning apart seemed like an eternity.
Rafiq cradled his drink in his hand and cast another glance at the closed bedroom door.
The gala started in less than an hour. Would she take hours preparing, as some women seemed custom to do? The past few days since she’d agreed to stay in Raljahar had been interesting, especially learning Holly’s habits and mannerisms.
He strolled around the luxurious suite but barely acknowledged its comforts. Extravagance was a way of life for him and always had been. As a child he’d known nothing less. As a young man out of college, he’d used his status to impress and seduce women. Of course, the assassination attempt had changed all that.
He paused in front of the glass dining table and glanced down at the paper that was delivered with Holly’s breakfast this morning. He picked it up to flip to the financial section, but his attention caught on the picture in the entertainment section.
It was rare he stared at an image of himself. This morning in the mirror he’d almost not been bothered by his appearance. Staring at himself, with Holly beside him, hadn’t been as jarring as it usually was when he saw his reflection.
And just as this morning with the mirror, he couldn’t quite look away from the photo of him and Holly during their arrival yesterday. She looked absolutely stunning, clutching his arm and staring up at him with adoration in her eyes.
Unfortunately his image was not quite as flattering. The photographer had managed to capture his left side and the sunlight only emphasized the silver in his thick scar. It seemed more sinister. Uglier.
He reached up to trace the groove on his face and sighed.
The headline for the article couldn’t have summed it up more perfectly. Beauty and the Sheikh reunited again.
“Rafiq?”
He turned to where Holly stood outside the bedroom now. How had he not even heard the door open?
Her gaze slid to the paper and her mouth tightened. “It’s complete garbage. I should’ve tossed it. I meant to, but thought you might have requested the paper for a reason.”
“Yes, I did request it. I prefer to stay atop the news and stock market.” His words were murmured almost automatically as his attention faded from
the paper. Pure, unfiltered lust seared through him as he allowed his gaze to slide over her.
He struggled with the urge to stride forward and pull the dress from her body.
Holly’s image screamed sensuality. He’d selected the scarlet dress, knowing it would hug her every curve and hide nothing. Cut low in the front and slit high, it would show the world exactly how perfect the woman on his arm was.
It was the sort of dress one would expect the mistress of the infamous Sheikh Rafiq Hakimi to wear. However it was not, he sensed, something Holly was comfortable in. When he’d purchased it, he hadn’t spared a thought to how she would feel in it. What had it mattered? He’d thought her a woman who lived to display herself.
But everything had changed and he knew Holly well enough now to realize she’d not be pleased to wear such a dress.
She must have grown uncomfortable under his scrutiny because she folded her arms across her middle, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. The action only moved to plump up her breasts.
He groaned at the image. His loins stirred against the black trousers of his tux.
“You don’t like the dress, Rafiq?”
“You look stunning, Holly. But I selected the dress—” He hesitated. When I was angry with you. When I wanted to show the world every inch of what was mine. “It is not a question of whether I like it, but whether you do.”
She gave a slight shrug. “It’s a stunning dress. I’m sure you selected it with consideration.”
“Yes, I did, but that was not my question, habiba.”
Holly stared at him for a long pause. Clearly she debated how honest to be. “All right. I admit perhaps it’s not my usual taste, but I don’t mind wearing the dress if it pleases you.”
It wasn’t the dress that pleased him, but the acquiescent words from Holly’s lips. And yet it momentarily threw him. He’d grown accustomed to fighting her over every little thing. Such agreeability didn’t quite fit with the Holly he knew.
“I do like it.” He just wasn’t certain he wanted everyone at the gala to see her in it and for every man to experience the same lust that raced through his blood at this moment.
“Then I’ll wear it. I don’t mind. Really.” She gave what was almost a self-conscious laugh and glanced up at him through her lashes. There was a sparkle in her eyes and a shy smile on her lips. “You look quite handsome yourself in that tuxedo, Rafiq. I should have said so right away.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, but he was distracted.
Something about her demeanor set off alarm bells in his head; it was a mannerism he recognized from other women he’d slept with. Not recently, but back before the attempt on his life. Before he looked like this.
The realization Holly might be at risk of developing feelings for him wasn’t as cloying as he would’ve expected. As a younger man the thought of a woman becoming attached made him run, and run fast.
With Holly, his reaction was notably different. Pleasure slid slow and warm through him, along with possessiveness. His fingers itched with the urge to pull her into his arms or sweep her up and carry her back to the bedroom.
And it wasn’t just her appearance he was drawn to. There was so much beyond her physical beauty, and he still reeled at the innocence that had been her foundation.
Another vision flickered in his mind, and for a moment the vibrant image of her wavered, replaced with another one. The image of Holly terrified, a knife pressed to her throat. It was eerily similar to one of the last images he had of his mother.
He blinked and it was gone, but what didn’t vanish was the cold sweat on the back of his neck, or the ramifications of what could happen to her if she stayed in his life.
Holly’s smile faded. “You look like you’ve suddenly taken ill, Rafiq. Are you all right?”
He shook his head, scattering the ominous thoughts. “I’m fine. The limo is waiting downstairs. Shall we go?”
For a moment it seemed she was going to say more, but then she gave a slight nod. “I just need to grab my clutch, but then, yes, I’ll be ready.”
She turned and walked back into their room.
So lovely. Rafiq visually traced the delicate curve of her bare spine before it disappeared beneath the clingy red fabric.
He forced himself to look away, curling his hands into fists. He had to be very careful with Holly indeed. Because falling in love was not, and never would be, an option for him.
Not with Holly. Not with any woman.
Chapter 12
How long had it been since he’d attended one of these galas? Rafiq moved his gaze around the room, trying to recall. Months at least, possibly even a year. Social events were not something he enjoyed, but rather tolerated. And even then, he’d attended only when deemed necessary.
But with Holly by his side, it wasn’t quite as awful. In the past people would avoid him, giving him a wide berth while casting speculative glances his way. Though not tonight. At least a handful of partygoers had come up to make conversation. Perhaps Holly’s presence made him more approachable.
Holly had actually convinced him to dance more than once to the classical music the small orchestra played. He’d never cared for dancing, but any excuse that made it acceptable to hold Holly so close to him in public he’d take.
He’d never felt quite as relaxed as when she was in his arms. Almost carefree—though generally he hated the word.
Every pair of male eyes in the room visually devoured Holly, obviously saw her exactly as Rafiq had intended her to look tonight. As if she were explosively sexual arm candy that could easily be interchanged. The realization slid shame through him that was only made worse by Holly’s unwavering smile and upbeat attitude.
He knew the dress bothered her, despite her claim otherwise, and yet she obviously refused to feel degraded by the glances from the other men at the party.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Her soft question reached his ears only.
They’d taken a break from dancing to enjoy a glass of wine. Rafiq traced his fingers over the exposed flesh on her back and delighted in the tremble that ran through her.
“Does one ever really enjoy themselves at these events?”
“If you let yourself. You can deny it, Rafiq, but I’d say you even liked the dancing.” She laughed softly. “And really, you can’t argue that the crowd has been quite welcoming. Friendly, even.”
“Hmm. I think perhaps because you are by my side, habiba.”
She turned to face him, her gaze pensive. “I don’t know. Tonight you seem approachable. More relaxed, I suppose.”
Holly knew him that well, did she? Though she was right. More often than not he scowled through these events, which made him more difficult to approach. But tonight it was hard not to smile with Holly on his arm.
He enjoyed, much more than he should have, the shy glances she had often cast him from beneath her lashes tonight. Amazing that at one point he’d thought it all an act. How incredibly mistaken he’d been.
She was so much more innocent than he’d ever realized. Far too innocent to be caught up in an affair with the likes of him. But then, what choice did she have? He’d blackmailed her into posing as his mistress before he’d seduced her into making it a reality. Yes, perhaps she’d been the one to initiate their lovemaking, but he’d led her right to the seductive doorstep.
“Ah, see, now you’re scowling again.” Holly laughed and nudged him lightly in the side. “You need to stop that.”
“Hmm. Why don’t we just leave?”
“We can’t yet. They haven’t begun the auction, and you’ll want to be here to acknowledge your donation.”
He wouldn’t go so far as to say he wanted to be here, so he made a soft grunt in reply.
“Let’s have another glass of wine.”
“Hmm.”
“Try to relax and have fun. And try not to scowl at anyone, for goodness sake. I’ll return in a few minutes.”
Disappointment slid through him as she moved away. H
e felt her absence from his side more than he cared to admit.
His hand clenched around the delicate stem of the wine glass as he noted the way men’s gazes followed her progression across the room. Again he cursed that he’d made her wear the ridiculous dress.
“Good evening, Your Majesty.”
Rafiq turned at the accented voice and found himself face to face with Hatim Albujar, a wealthy man from one of the most respected families in Raljahar. A young pretty woman stood beside him whom Rafiq vaguely recognized.
“Hatim, what a surprise to see you in Monaco.”
“Nuha enjoys these events much more than I do.” The older man grimaced and gestured to the woman at his side. “You remember my daughter?”
“Of course. A pleasure, Ms. Albujar.” He nodded and gave the woman a brief smile.
“The pleasure is mine, Your Majesty.” She lowered her gaze, but not before he thought he saw the flash of feminine calculation in them.
Hatim murmured something about needing to speak with someone, and then he disappeared, leaving Rafiq alone with the young woman. A deliberate tactic no doubt. Rafiq bit back a weary sigh.
“My father speaks very highly of you, Your Majesty.” Her gaze lifted to his once more, and this time he knew he hadn’t imagined her interest.
“Does he?” Rafiq’s gaze slid beyond her. Where was Holly? Was she taking longer than she should?
“Of course, he does not exaggerate. It’s quite impressive what you’ve done for Raljahar.” She placed a hand on his sleeve. “Forgive me for being so bold, Your Majesty, but perhaps we might dance this evening?”
Had she even been old enough to remember when he’d taken over the reign? She was barely a woman and far too forward. Rather than being enticing, Rafiq found the move off-putting.
But then, this was what he’d wanted, wasn’t it? Having Holly by his side had been a deliberate move to make him more approachable. To seem not so intimidating to Arabic women.
And yet now that the plan appeared to be working, it left a sour taste in his mouth. Made him long for Holly to return to his side.
Where was she?
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