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      “Yes,” she said, feeling heat creep into her face. It wasn’t that she’d never ogled a man before. But they weren’t usually this naked, and she’d never been caught. Or at least, the men in question had been too polite to say, because she was a princess after all. Zahir didn’t seem to care.

      He bent over and picked up a white T-shirt from the floor, his fingers trembling slightly as he held it out. And then her eyes were drawn to an intricate web of scar tissue, places where she knew he’d been hit with shrapnel, burned by fire, and her stomach tightened.

      He pulled the shirt on and covered her guilty pleasure and the pain that was threatening to steal every last rational thought from her head.

      “I thought you might show me around a little bit today,” she said. She hadn’t thought any such thing but now she had to say something because it was awkward.

      “You thought wrong, latifa. I have work to do.”

      “What sort of work?”

      “The kind rulers do—you must know something of that.”

      “Truly, not so much. The royal family makes appearances, and gives speeches.” It was a lie. She did a lot. Organized charities, budgets, fundraisers, and yet, it was what he seemed to think of her.

      “Ignorance isn’t your color,” he said.

      “Got me there,” she shot back.

      “I thought I might.”

      “I think we need to go over the original agreement drawn up by our fathers and make any alterations we see fit,” she said.

      “Do you?”

      “Better now than after the vows, don’t you think?”

      “Are you always like this?” he asked.

      “Yes. I’ve been told I’m impossible to deal with. I’m okay with that, actually, because I usually get my way.” In some circles anyway.

      He made a sound, short and harsh, that might have been a laugh. “I imagine you have your ways of making sure your needs are met.”

      She frowned. “If you’re implying what I think you were, don’t. I don’t use my body to get what I want. I use my mind. Or were you not aware that women were capable of that?”

      “I wasn’t making a commentary on women, only on you.”

      “Well, I don’t like the commentary.”

      “I’ve been told I’m impossible to deal with,” he said, repeating her earlier words back.

      “I’m imagining that’s very true.”

      “I always get my way,” he said, turning away from her.

      He was so broad. His shoulders, his back. All the better to carry the weight of the world on them. And he did. She sensed that. Mostly because she felt like she did, too, sometimes.

      “I promise you can get back to the business of ignoring me … after we go over the agreement. And after you give me a tour of the grounds because I’m tired of feeling like I’m lost.”

      He wanted her gone. That much was clear. But she was committed. To seeing this through, to doing the best she could.

      To proving she could do this.

      “I’ll go shower and I’ll meet you in my office.” He strode across the gym, headed to the shower, she supposed. He would uncover that amazing body again. For a moment she let herself envision it. Just for a moment.

      “I’ll see you there,” she said, hoping he didn’t notice just how delayed her response was.

      The woman didn’t take hints well. When he walked into his office, she was there, perched in the chair adjacent to his desk, her posture perfect, her legs crossed at those dainty ankles of hers. She didn’t wear nylons, though. Her legs were bare.

      That stuck out to him. Mostly because it was rare for a woman in her position. But then, it was much hotter here than it was in Austrich. It could also account for what seemed to be a wardrobe entirely populated by brief, fitted dresses. All very modest in the technical sense, but showing just enough to light his imagination on fire.

      It would almost have been better if she’d been dressed in something completely transparent. At least then the mysteries would be solved. If she was as pale and smooth all over as she looked, how full and round her breasts were without the aid of undergarments … important questions that were now overtaking his brain.

      If he had known that all it would take was the presence of a woman to reawaken his hibernating sex drive he might have brought one in a long time ago.

       To what end? To treat her to a front row show of your inner demons? To watch her run away screaming?

      Like Amarah had done.

      He couldn’t even blame her. He might be edging into beast territory now, but then … just after the attack … he had been nothing short of a monster.

      He pushed all thoughts of Katharine’s body to the side and chose instead to embrace the extreme annoyance, the muscle-clenching tension that crowded in on him when she was around.

      “Don’t look at me like that,” she said.

      “Like what?” He rounded his desk and sat in the plush leather chair that was positioned behind it. It was too short for him. Made for another man. His brother. He had never replaced it.

      “Like you’re shocked to see me here. I said I’d meet you here to discuss the agreement, and I am. It’s complicated stuff. With my father’s history of health problems there has always been the chance that whoever I married would have to stand in as Regent until Alexander reaches age, and that was, of course, taken into account when Malik was selected to be my … “

      “Let me see.” He held out his hand, palm up, and she produced a folded stack of papers, placing them in his hand.

      He skimmed the documents. Most of the information pertained to the marriage. Heirs. Alliances and trade agreements. Toward the end was the section talking about what might happen if the king died prior to his heir coming of age.

      “The decision-making power is yours. I don’t want it,” he said. “Write that in.” He pointed to the spot.

      She blinked rapidly, looking a bit like a stunned owl for a moment before shaking her head and leaning forward in her chair. “I can’t. Not without bringing it to parliament. And I would need my father’s permission and I … I don’t think you’ll get it.”

      “Is he too ill to hold a pen?”

      Color crept up her neck, into her cheeks. “He would rather have the power rest with you.”

      “He doesn’t trust you?”

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