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Автор: Sarah Morgan
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jaw tense. ‘No? If that’s true then it’s just because you are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met. But I can be stubborn too.’ Without giving her a chance to respond, he closed his hand over hers and pulled his phone out of his pocket. After a brief one-way conversation during which he delivered what sounded like a volley of instructions in his own language, he hung up. ‘Is there anything in your bag that you need? Because if there is, tell me now.’

      ‘Need for what? Who were you phoning?’

      ‘Rafiq. You remember my Chief Adviser?’

      ‘Of course. I love him. I would have offered him a job on my team if I’d thought there was any chance that he’d leave you. So what completely unreasonable request have you placed in the poor man’s lap this time?’ As the words left her mouth she heard the sound of a helicopter approach and looked up, her brows lifting as she saw the Sultan’s insignia. ‘I see you and discretion have parted company.’

      ‘There is no longer a need for discretion. There is, however, a need to get the next part of the journey over as fast as possible.’

      ‘You’re leaving in style, Mal, I have to hand you that.’

      ‘We’re leaving in style.’ His grip on her hand tightened. ‘You’re coming with me.’

      It was a command, not a question.

      Avery’s heart stumbled but whether that was because of his unexpected words or the feel of his fingers locked with hers, she wasn’t sure. ‘What about Kalila?’

      ‘Can we stop talking about Kalila?’ His tone was raw. ‘She has my protection and I will do my best for her, but right now I don’t want to waste any more time thinking about it.’

      ‘I really ought to get back to London. I have the Senator’s party to run and I can’t just take time off.’

      ‘Of course you can. You’re the boss. You can do whatever you like. Call Jenny and put her in charge for a few days.’

      ‘I couldn’t possibly do that.’ Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding. ‘It’s out of the question.’

      ‘Really? The advice you give others is to face your fears—’ ebony eyes glittered dark with mockery ‘—and yet I don’t see you facing yours.’

      ‘There’s nothing to face. I’m not afraid.’

      ‘Yes, you are. You’re terrified. So terrified that your hands are shaking.’

      ‘You’re wrong.’ She stuffed her hands in her pockets. ‘So if you’re such an expert you’d better tell me what it is I’m supposedly afraid of.’

      ‘Me,’ he said softly. ‘You’re afraid to be alone with me.’

       CHAPTER SIX

      MAL was braced for her to throw a million arguments why she couldn’t do this but she simply lifted her chin in the air and walked briskly by his side to the helicopter and he allowed himself a smile because although she would have hated to admit it, she was totally predictable. Because he’d challenged her, she just had to prove him wrong.

      As the ever loyal Rafiq appeared, Mal delivered a series of succinct instructions, threw him the keys to the vehicle and followed Avery into the helicopter.

      There were a million things that demanded his attention, but only one that he cared about right at that moment.

      And suddenly he was grateful for her pride and stubbornness because it was only those two things that had her stepping into his helicopter without an argument. It was pride that kept that back straight as she settled into her seat, pride that had her greeting his pilot with her usual warm smile and no visible evidence of tension.

      As the doors closed, she turned to him, her gaze cool. ‘So here I am. By your side and unafraid. Sorry to disappoint you. You’ve lost.’

      ‘I’m not disappointed.’ And he certainly hadn’t lost.

      ‘So where are we going?’

      ‘Somewhere we can be sure of privacy.’ He watched as her shoulders shifted defensively and her mouth tightened as she instinctively recoiled from the threat of intimacy.

      ‘I’m surprised you don’t just want to return to the palace. Your wedding plans have fallen apart. Shouldn’t you be talking to your father?’

      ‘I’ve already spoken to him. I told him I will be back in a few days and we can discuss it further then.’

      ‘I would have thought the cancellation of your marriage would have taken precedence over everything else.’

      ‘Not everything.’ Not this. The most important thing of all.

      He realised now how badly he’d got it wrong. He, who prided himself on his negotiation skills, had made so many fundamental errors with this woman who was so unlike any other woman.

      He’d been complacent. Sure of himself. Sure of her.

      It wasn’t a mistake he was going to make again.

      The helicopter rose into the air and neither of them spoke again during the forty-minute journey. And then he saw the change in her as she finally realised their destination. ‘The Zubran Desert Spa?’

      She’d used it as a venue for an event a while back. It had been the place they’d moved from friends to something more. It had significance, marking an important milestone in their relationship.

      He’d chosen it for that reason. He’d wanted significance. He wanted to tear down every barrier she erected between them and when she turned to face him he knew he’d succeeded.

      ‘Why here?’

      ‘Why not?’

      Blame mingled with vulnerability. ‘You’re not playing fair.’

      Could he be accused of dirty tactics? Possibly, but he felt no guilt. When the stakes were this high, all tactics were justified. He was going to use everything at his disposal to get her to open up. He was going to fight for their relationship, fight her if necessary, and he’d keep fighting until he had the outcome he wanted. He hadn’t expected to get a second chance but now he had, he wasn’t going to waste it.

      ‘I don’t play to be fair. I play to win.’

      ‘You mean you have to get your own way in everything.’

      ‘Hardly.’ If he’d had his own way they never would have parted. It had been the first time in his life he’d felt helpless.

      As the doors to the helicopter opened, they were met by the hotel manager and an entourage of excited staff.

      ‘They’ve mistaken you for a rock star,’ Avery murmured as she reached for her bag and stood up. ‘Do you want to break it to them that you’re no one important, or shall I?’

      ‘I suggest you don’t ruin their fun.’

      ‘When a new employee starts in my office and they’re overwhelmed by the people we deal with, I remind them that famous people are all human beings with the same basic needs.’

      ‘Sexual?’

      Colour warmed her cheeks. ‘How typical of you to pick that need first. Others would have gone for something different.’

      ‘Others haven’t just been trapped in a desert with you for two days.’ Speaking under his breath, Mal urged her towards the welcoming committee.

      ‘Your Highness, it is a pleasure to welcome you back. We are so honoured that you have chosen to spend a few days with us.’ Clearly overwhelmed by the importance of his guest, the manager of the hotel bowed deeply. ‘Your instructions have been carried out precisely, but should you need anything else—’