What an extraordinary conclusion to jump to! she protested, but the admonishment made no difference.
What, then? he persisted.
Work, actually, she said.
Work? he demanded, as though she had just said a foreign word.
But then maybe to him it was a foreign word. A man like Prince Khalim had probably never had to lift his hand in work. Just a busy week. She shrugged. A busy montha busy year! She sipped the last of her champagne and gave him a look of question. Im getting myself another one of thesehow about you?
Khalim sucked in a breath of disapproval. How he hated the liberated way of women sometimes! It was not a womans place to offer a man drinks, and he very nearly told her so, but the fire in her eyes told him that she would simply stalk off if he dared to. And he wanted her far too much to risk that
I rarely drink, he said coolly.
Good heavens! said Rose flippantly. How does your body get hydrated, then? By intravenous infusion?
The black eyes narrowed. People didnt make fun of him. Women never teased him unless invited to, by him. And never outside the setting of the bedroom. For a moment, he considered stalking away from her. But only for a moment. The bright lure of her flaxen hair made him waver as he imagined unpicking it, having it tumble down over his chestits contrast as marked as when he had pressed his fingers against her soft white skin, just minutes ago.
Alcohol, he elaborated tersely.
Well, Im sure they run to a few soft drinks, said Rose. But it doesnt matter. Im going to, anyway. It was nice talking to you, Pr
No! He caught hold of her wrist, enjoying the purely instinctive dilating of her blue eyes in response to his action, the way her lips fell open into an inviting little O. He imagined the sweet pleasures a mouth like that could work on a man, and had to suppress a shudder of desire. Not Prince anything, he corrected softly. I am Khalim. To you.
She opened her mouth to say something sarcastic, like, Am I supposed to be flattered?but the ridiculous thing was that she was flattered. Absurdly flattered to be told to use his first name. She told herself not to be so stupid, but it didnt seem to work.
Let me go, she said breathlessly, but she thrilled at the touch of his skin once more.
Very well. He smiled, but this time it was the smile of a man who knew that he had the ability to enslave a woman. But only if you agree to come and find me once the music starts, and then we shall dance.
Sorry. I never run after a man.
He could feel the rapid thundering of her pulse beneath his fingertips. So you wont?
The silky voice was nearly as mesmeric as the silky question. Youll have to come and find me! she told him recklessly.
He let her go, taking care to conceal his giddy sense of elation. Oh, I will, he said quietly. Be very sure of that. And he watched her go, an idea forming in his mind.
He would make her wait. Make her think that he had changed his mind about dancing. For he knew enough of women to know that his supposed indifference would fan the desire she undoubtedly felt for him. He would tease her with it. Play with her. He knew only too well that anticipation increased the appetite, and thus satisfied the hunger all the more. And Rose Thomas would sigh with thankful pleasure in his arms afterwards.
On still-shaking legs, Rose headed for the bar, hoping that the bewilderment she felt did not show on her face. She did not fall for men like Khalim. She liked subtle, sophisticated and complex men. And while she recognised that he had a keen intelligencethere was also something fundamentally dangerous about this black-eyed stranger in his exotic robes.
Inside, she was jelly. Jelly. Her hands were trembling by the time she reached the corner of the ballroom where a white-jacketed man tended an assortment of cocktails and champagne.
She could see Sabrina at the far end of the room, a vision in white as she giggled with one of her bridesmaidsGuys youngest niece.
Champagne, madam? smiled the bartender. Or a Sea Breeze, perhaps?
Rose opened her mouth to agree to the former, but changed her mind at the last minute. Because something told her she would need her all her wits about her. And alcohol might just weaken an already weakened guard.
Just a fizzy water, please, she said softly.
Too much of a good thing? came a voice of dry amusement, and she looked up to find Guy Masters smiling down at her.
Rose liked Sabrinas new husband enormously. He was outrageously handsome, outrageously rich and he loved Sabrina with an intensity which made Rose wistful, and determined that she would never settle for second-best.
Rose had met Sabrina when she had gone in search of a rare book, and Sabrina had helpfully scoured all the index-files until Rose had found what shed been looking for. It had been the day after Sabrina had become engaged to Guy, and she had excitedly shown off her ring to Rosea plain and simple but utterly magnificent diamond.
Sabrina hadnt really known anyone in London, other than Guys friends, and the two women had been of similar age and similar interests.
Or are you driving? questioned Guy, still looking at her glass of mineral water.
Er, no, she said, in a faint voice. I just want to keep a clear head about me.
Quite wise, remarked Guy, and he lowered his voice by a fraction. Since my old friend Khalim seems to have set his sights on you.
Hehe does? And then thought how obscenely starstruck that sounded. She cleared her throat and fixed a smile onto her lips. Not really. We just had a chat, thats all.
A chat? asked Guy, now sounding even more amused. Khalim exchanging small talk? Now, thatll be a first!
Wonderful wedding! said Rose valiantly, with an urgent need to change the subject. Sabrina looks absolutely stunning.
At the mention of his new wifes name, Guys face softened into a look of tenderness, the intentions of his schoolfriend instantly forgotten. Doesnt she? he asked indulgently, and then a slight note of impatience entered his voice. Between you and me, I just wish we could forget the damned dancing and just leave!
Rose smiled. And deny your wife her wedding day! I think you can wait a little longer, dont you, Guy? After all, youve been living together for well over a year now!
Yeah, sighed Guy. But this is the first time it will have been, well, legal He looked down into Roses face. Why, youre blushing! he observed incredulously. Im sorry, RoseI certainly didnt mean to embarrass you
No, you werent. Honestly, Rose assured him hastily. She wasnt going to point out that it was a pair of glittering jet eyes being lanced provocatively in her direction which had the heat singing remorselessly in her veins. In a way, she wished that maybe Guy and Sabrina would leave. And then she could leave, too. And she wouldnt have to dance with Khalim and put herself in what was clearly becoming apparent would be a very vulnerable position indeed.
You dont have to dance with him, she reminded herself sternly. It wasnt a royal command. Well, of course it was, she realised with a slight edge of disbelief. But even if it was, she was not one of Khalims subjects and London was not part of his kingdom! She could just give him a small, tight smile and tell him that she wasnt really in the mood for dancing.
Couldnt she?
But in the event she didnt have to. Because Khalim came nowhere near her. She found herself observing him obsessively, while doing her level best not to appear to be doing so.
He stood out from the crowd of fabulously dressed guests, and not by virtue of his own glorious and unconventional attire. No, it went much deeper than that. Rose had never met anyone of royal blood before, and of course she had heard the expression of regal bearingbut up until now she realised that she hadnt really known what it had meant.
There was some innate grace about the way he carried himself. Some fundamental and rare elegance in the way he moved. She had never seen anything like it. People noiselessly slipped from his path. Women stared at him with looks of undisguised and rapacious hunger on their faces.
Did he notice? Rose wondered. His proud, handsome face did not seem to register any emotion at all. But maybe he was used to it. Why, he had only had to lay his hand autocratically on her wrist to have her virtually melting at his feet.
The meal was served and Rose found herself seated with a banker on one side of her, and an oceanographer on the other. Both men seemed amusing and intelligent and the oceanographer was handsome in the rugged kind of way which denoted a healthy, outdoor lifestyle. He flirted outrageously with Rose, and even an hour ago she might have been receptive enough to respond.
But the only man who burnt a searing image on her subconscious sat at the top table, picking at his food with the kind of indifference which suggested that conventional hunger was not uppermost in his mind.
At that moment, Khalim looked up and glittered a black look in her directiona look which sent a shiver tiptoeing down her spine. Quickly, she put her fork down and pushed the plate away.
So what do you do, Rose? asked the oceanographer.
She turned to look at him with a smile. Im a head-hunter.
Really? He grinned. I guess you earn lots of money, then!
Which was what people always said! I wish I did!
The waitress leaned over, a look of concern on her face. Is everything all right with the salmon, miss?
Rose nodded, looking guiltily at the untouched plate. Its fine! Im just not very hungry, thats all!
The waitress had the kind of build which suggested that no plate of hers was ever returned unless completely clean. Someone in the kitchen just said that we shouldnt bother offering the top table any puddingso much food has come back from there as well! Maybe you should be sitting with them! she joked.
Maybe! laughed Rose politely, half of her thankful that she was nowhere near Khalim, while the other part of her wished desperately to be within his exciting and yet dangerous proximity. She risked another look, seeing how the diamond lights of the chandeliers emphasised the creamy-gold silk of the robes he wore and the raven gleam of his black hair.
Valiantly she forced a few raspberries down her throat, but even the plump and succulent fruit failed to tempt her. And then at last it was time for the cutting of the cake, and the speeches.
Rose could barely take in a word of the best mans speechshe was so mesmerised by his dark, proud face. Her eyes feasted on his featuresthe hard, bright eyes and the stern expression which made her feel shed won the lottery when it softened into affection. His mouth was a contrast of lush, sensual curves, but the upper lip had a hard, almost cruel streak. She shivered. Be warned, she thought.
Guys speech had every woman in the room all misty-eyed with emotion as he gazed down in open adoration at Sabrina and spoke of his love for her.
And then the band struck up and people drifted onto the dance-floor and Roses heart was in her mouth as she remembered Khalims intention to dance with her.
But he did not come near her, just returned to his seat and sat there imperiously, his gaze drifting over her from time to time, the black eyes luminous with sensual promise.
Rose allowed herself to dance with whoever asked her, but her heart wasnt in it. She moved mechanically as the oceanographer took her in his arms, stiffening with rejection when he tried to pull her a little closer.
She sat down and was just beginning to seriously hope that Guy and Sabrina would depart for their honeymoon, so that she could leave as well, when Khalim appeared in front of her, the black eyes narrowed in mocking question.
So, he said softly. I have taken you at your word and come to find you. The black eyes glittered. Though you made yourself very easy to find, Roseyou sweet, blushing flower. Now his voice dipped in sultry question shall we dance?
Her cheeks were stinging at the implication that she had just been sitting there, waiting for himbut then, hadnt she?
Is that supposed to be an invitation I cant resist? she shot back at him.
A smile hovered at the edges of his mouth. No, Rose, he purred. It is a royal command.
She opened her mouth to object, but by then it was too late, because he had taken her hand with arrogant assurance and was leading her onto the dance-floor.
Come, he said quietly.
She moved into his arms as though her whole life had been a dress rehearsal for that moment. He placed his hands at the slim indentation of her waist, and Roses fingers drifted with a kind of irresistible inevitability to his shoulders. She breathed in the faint scent of sandalwood about him, its soft muskiness invading her senses with its sweet perfume.
Rose considered herself a modern, independent woman, but a minute in Khalims embrace was enough to transform her into a woman who felt as helpless as a kitten.
Khalim felt the slow unfurling of desire as he moved his hands down to rest on the slender swell of her hips. You dance beautifully, Rose, he murmured.
S-so do you, she managed breathlessly, gloriously aware of the hard, lean body which moved with such innate grace beneath the silken robes. L-lovely wedding, wasnt it? she commented, and said a silent prayer that her sanity would return. And soon!
He didnt reply for a moment. All women like weddings, he mused eventually.
She thought she heard deliberate provocation and lifted her head to stare him straight in the eyes, the bright sapphire of her gaze clashing irrevocably with glittering jet. Meaning that men dont, I suppose?
He raised a mocking brow and thought how bright her hair, and how white her soft skin, against which the soft curves of her lips were a deep, rich pink. Like the roses which bloomed in the gardens of his fathers palace and scented the night air with their perfume. His pulse quickened. Do you always jump to conclusions, I wonder?
But you meant me to, she parried. It was a remark designed to inflame, wasnt it?
He shook his head, his desire increased by her feisty opposition. It was simply an observation, he demurred. Notahow-do-you-say? He frowned, as if in deep concentration. Ah, yesa sexist comment!
Rose leaned away from him a little, and felt the almost imperceptible tightening of his hands on her hips, as though he couldnt bear to let her go. You cant pretend to be stumbling over the language with me, Khalim! she said crisply, trying to ignore the thundering of her heart beneath her breast, when I happen to know that you went to school in England and are as fluent as I am!
She was very fiery, he thought with a sudden longing. And what else do you know about me, Rose Thomas? he mused.