The Sheik's Secret Bride (6 page)

What the hell had he been thinking, bringing her here? He’d dragged her to the palace without her consent, as if he were some barbarian. His behavior was irresponsible. Worse, just a few minutes ago he’d wanted to rip the clothes from her body and make love to her right there on the balcony. He’d wanted to be inside her, plunging deeply until they were both so lost and mindless with passion that even time stood still.

The image in his head was so powerful, he felt himself growing aroused. The need produced an ache. Not surprising. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman. Casual relationships were an easy pleasure he did not allow himself. As the Crown Prince of El
Bahar
, he was held to a higher standard than everyone else. He could not risk exposing himself or the country to the potential disaster of an exposé in the tabloids—or an unexpected pregnancy.

He felt as lost and out of control as a ship in the middle of a violent storm. In truth, he felt violent. If he couldn’t have the woman—and he couldn’t—he wanted to punish, to destroy. He wanted to inflict and feel physical pain. He wanted to move, to run, to force his muscles to work past the point of exhaustion, to make his lungs gasp for breath. He wanted to feel anything but the desire that threatened to rip him apart from the inside.

Why did you bring me here? Liana had asked him the question and he’d been unable to answer. The truth would have terrified her. He’d brought her to the palace because he’d been unable to let her go. In that moment on the plane, when he’d first seen her, he’d felt something. A connection, a link that was so powerful, it had nearly pulled out his soul. Not once in his life had he ever been so emotionally exposed. Not even with
Iman
—his wife.

He paced to the windows and back, telling himself that in the morning he had to let the woman go. He had no right to keep her. He might be the Crown Prince of El
Bahar
, but in these modern times he would not be allowed to kidnap an American citizen, no matter how much he might want to do so.

He ached. Not just to make love, but for so much more. He saw his brothers with their wives, and he envied the emotional intimacy they shared, an intimacy he would never be allowed to experience. He longed to be just like everyone else, and that was the one thing he could not have.

So he’d brought Liana here, if only for the night, because of the unexplained desire he felt for her. Because for their brief time together he could pretend that he was like other men, that he might meet a woman, find her attractive, date her and perhaps even fall in love.

He could allow himself this fantasy for a single night, knowing it could never be. He’d learned his lesson well as a boy, and now he lived it as a man. No one breached the walls that surrounded his soul. His wife never had, although she hadn’t much tried.

Iman
.
Just thinking about her changed his passion to anger.
He welcomed the transformation. He forced himself to remember how badly it had all started and the tragedy of how it had ended. The saving grace was that he’d never loved her. He’d never loved anyone. He never would.

But not loving couldn’t take away the wanting, and reality prevented him from having that which he needed. So he continued to pace alone in his room, desperately forcing himself to ignore the ache, the need and the loneliness which had, over time, become his closest friends.

Carl Birmingham was unfailingly polite and sympathetic, but so unhelpful that Liana wished she could throw a chair through the window. At least then her frustration would have an outlet. As it was, she had to sit quietly in her seat across the desk from the
American
School
administrator and grit her teeth to keep from screaming.

“It seems to me,” he was saying in a calm voice, “everything would be so much easier if you would simply accept the Crown Prince’s invitation. You said you were told this morning the Prince wished you to remain as his guest. Is that so terrible?”

Carl Birmingham, a portly man in his mid fifties, leaned toward her and smiled. “Have you considered the great honor? You are a visiting American teacher being invited to reside in one of the greatest palaces in the world. You have the opportunity of becoming a close friend of the royal family.”

Liana wondered why she’d thought anyone would understand. Apparently the situation was strange only to her. Everyone else thought she should be grateful that
Malik
intended her to continue to live at the palace.

“I do appreciate the honor,” she said, careful to keep her tone level. “However, I never asked to live at the palace. All I want for my daughter and myself is the housing we were promised in my contract.
A two-bedroom condo.
Just something of our own.”

Mr. Birmingham straightened the papers on his desk,
then
glanced at her. “Of course if you feel you and your daughter are in physical danger, the situation must be rectified at once. I did not realize you felt threatened.”

Liana sighed. “It’s not that. I’m not worried about being attacked in the night, it’s just…”

How could she explain the sensation of being overwhelmed by a force larger than life?
Malik
Khan was a man used to getting his way, and for reasons that made no sense to her, he’d plucked her from obscurity to be the focus of his considerable attention. While she was flattered, she was also very nervous. Her own attraction to the man made her vulnerable. Not to mention the fact that no one looked forward to being used then discarded.

“Ms. Archer, the
American
School
exists because of the support of the royal family,” Mr. Birmingham explained. “Prince
Malik
sits on the board of directors. He was instrumental in changing our policy so that teachers could be chosen based on skill rather than gender or marital status.
Not many years ago, a single woman would not have been invited to join the staff.”

“Why should that matter? I’m good at what I do, with or without a husband.”

“I agree. But we are both Americans. Life is different here in El
Bahar
. The country is very progressive, but it is still foreign, with different laws and a different culture.”

She was beginning to get a message, and she didn’t like what it said. “You think I should live in the palace.”

“Ms. Archer, I would never presume to tell you what to do. However, we are talking about the Crown Prince. He is a powerful individual, while you are simply one teacher.”

Liana leaned back in her chair and bit back a scream. Basically she was trapped. Her generous contract had a clause that allowed the school to dismiss her for almost any reason. In return, they had to provide a return ticket and three months salary. While that would keep her and Bethany from starving while she looked for a job back in
California
, it wouldn’t do anything about funding her daughter’s college education, or providing them with a down payment on a house.

“Look at it this way,” Mr. Birmingham said with a smile. “Prince
Malik
hasn’t shown much interest in a woman for years. Not since…” His voice trailed off.

“Not since what?”

He shifted on the seat. “Yes, well, not since the unfortunate incident with his wife.”

“His wife?
But Princess Heidi said he wasn’t married.”

“He’s not. He was, but Princess
Iman
is no longer with us.”

Liana thought about asking how the woman had died, then figured it wasn’t her business. Nor did she care. What was important was where she was going to live.

“You want me to stay at the palace,” she said flatly.

Mr. Birmingham shrugged. “You are welcome to move into your provided housing. The unit will be kept available. I cannot tell you what to do, Ms. Archer. It’s your decision.”

Liana nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Birmingham. I won’t take up any more of your time.”

With that she rose to her feet and left the room. Once she was in the hall, she swore softly under her breath. She was trapped. Well and truly trapped. If she made too much of a fuss about living at the palace, she could lose her job. Not something she wanted before she’d even had a chance to start.

Malik
glanced out the window of his office and told himself he was simply checking the weather. He wasn’t actually keeping watch to see if Liana had returned from her first day teaching at the
American
School
.

He knew that she’d already spoken with the administrator about her living arrangements at the palace. Carl Birmingham had phoned earlier to relay the details of his talk with Liana and had emphasized the fact that he’d informed Ms. Archer of the great honor the Crown Prince had bestowed upon her. If this were a hundred and fifty years ago, Carl Birmingham would be one of those annoying personal assistants to the crown who spent his entire day parroting back the monarch’s words and bowing as he walked.

Malik
frowned. He would have had a whole lot more respect for the man if he’d challenged
Malik’s
actions. Who was the prince to keep this woman in the palace?
Malik
leaned back in his chair and stared mindlessly out the window. He was playing a dangerous game, and it couldn’t go on much longer. He would have to allow Liana to move into the
American
School
’s housing.

But not just yet, he told himself.
Perhaps tomorrow, or maybe at the end of the week.
For now he wanted her close by. Even though she was unlikely to want to speak with him or see him, he liked knowing she was within the palace walls, that if he were to command that she be brought to him, she would be forced to appear.

He was a fool, and that was something he’d always tried to avoid being. He wished he could explain why he was so interested in this woman. What combination of features, personality and fate had made him act so out of character? Perhaps
Fatima
had cast a spell on him.

Malik
grinned at the thought of his very practical grandmother dabbling in love spells.
Fatima
was too down-to-earth to have patience for such things. No, he was going to have
accept
responsibility for his actions all on his own.

A flicker of movement caught his attention. He looked up and saw Liana’s young daughter moving in the direction of a stable. He allowed himself a faint smile. No doubt she wanted to see the many horses there and perhaps find out about riding one.

Despite the meeting due to start in ten minutes and the pile of work still awaiting his attention,
Malik
rose to his feet and left the office. He informed his startled male assistant that he would be out for an hour or so and
please
to reschedule the meeting for a more convenient time. Then he hurried toward the stables on the far side of the palace.

Less than five minutes later he found young Bethany Archer gently touching the soft nose of a bay. The child had changed from her school uniform into jeans and a T-shirt. Her hair was about three shades lighter than her mother’s, and she’d pulled the blond strands back into a braid. Her nose wrinkled as she gazed earnestly at the gelding, petting him with a wistfulness that betrayed her heart’s desire.

“Do you ride?” he asked.

The girl jumped and spun toward him. “I was just saying hello,” she said as she took a large step away from the stable door and tucked her hands behind her back. “I’d never hurt them.”

He held in a smile. “I know that.”

She glanced up at him. “Are you angry? I didn’t exactly let my mom know I was coming to see the horses because I was afraid she’d tell me no. So I said I wanted to look around. You know, get to know the palace. Then she said to stay inside and not to wander too far or get in the way.” Her mouth twisted slightly. “Grown-ups have too many rules. And they never write them down. Sometimes the rules change. My mom’s real good about keeping the rules the same, but not everyone is like her. Don’t you hate it when that happens?”

Blond bangs fell to her eyebrows, emphasizing the blue of her irises. He could see a lot of her mother in her. She was pretty and smart and probably the most charming child he’d ever met.

“I do hate it,” he said solemnly, even though he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to. “So you like horses?”

She nodded.
“Very much.
They’re lovely. I’ve always wanted to ride. Where we lived, back in
California
I mean
,
there was a lot of horse property. Old Mr. Preston used to give riding lessons, but they were expensive. I was going to think up ways to earn money this year so I could take some. He’s got ten horses.
A couple are
old, but the rest are nice.”

He motioned to the long row of stalls. “Would you like to meet my horses?”