The Playboy Sheikh. ALEXANDRA SELLERS

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      “You can see for yourself, a pearl solitaire with diamond chips.”

      He gave one slow blink, silently watching her. It was totally unnerving.

      The sun was setting over the water. It had taken on a rich glow, painting the sea with thick gold. On the other side of the sky, behind the mountains, darkness approached. A portent, maybe.

      Jaf remained silent, his eyes burning into hers. In spite of herself she was compelled to speak.

      “An engagement ring, Jaf,” she said, a little more loudly than necessary.

      He didn’t move, but now she was nervous of him. His eyes darkened all at once, in a way she knew.

      He touched a switch, and the window beside him rolled smoothly down. The fine sand dust caused by their passing swirled gently into the car.

      Lisbet gazed at him in puzzlement, blinking as his grip tightened on her wrist. Then he lifted her hand, dragged the ring down the length of her finger, and flung it out the window.

      He didn’t speak a word. His hand dropped to the panel and the window glided silently up again.

      Lisbet’s heart seemed to stop. Whorls of furious excitement exploded into a dance over her skin. “How dare you?” she choked.

      He gave a contemptuous flick of his chin in the direction of the vanished ring. “It wasn’t even genuine. Is the man a fool? Are you?”

      Lisbet bit her lip. She had borrowed it from the costume mistress’s collection only an hour ago. She’d thought it looked pretty good, but she ought to have known that Jaf would know the difference at a glance.

      “I know it’s not real!” she improvised wildly. “We’re both stretched financially at the moment, but he said he wasn’t having me coming out here to sheikh country without some badge of possession on my finger.”

      Jaf stared at her, so bemused she almost laughed. She was doing her best on the spur of the moment, but she had to agree, it was a pretty feeble story.

      “And who is this fool who expects a cheap souk ring to be enough to hold his claim to a woman like you?”

      “His name is Roger,” Lisbet said furiously.

      “Roger what?”

      She gave him a look, her lips firmly closed. He released her hand at last, and she pulled it back to her lap. It was pins and needles up to her elbow, as though his touch had cut off the blood supply, which was ridiculous.

      “Six months ago you were not the marrying kind,” he reminded her harshly.

      “People change.”

      He was stretched against the upholstery, one arm along the back of the seat, the other elbow propped against the armrest, but she didn’t make the mistake of thinking he was relaxed. His tension shimmered in the air.

      “And how have you changed, Lisbet?”

      The ring had been the impulse of the moment, like putting on a magic talisman to avert the evil eye. She should have known he wouldn’t let it pass without question.

      But she wasn’t exactly rehearsed in the role of adoring fiancée.

      “Could we change the subject, please?”

      “You don’t like to talk about him?”

      “Not to you.”

      “Does Roger understand that he is marrying a woman with no heart?” His anger was being ruthlessly kept in check. “Does he give up the desire for children for the sake of possessing you?”

      The Rolls was still creeping along the steel road. There was no other way to travel along such a surface, but Lisbet’s claustrophobia was intensified by the dead slow pace. Long purple-grey shadows stretched out from the dunes over the rippling surface of the sand.

      “Roger and I are perfectly agreed on what we want from the future, thank you!”

      He smiled, but it was the smile of a tiger. “Poor Lisbet.”

      “What does that mean?”

      “You will never be happy with a yes-man.”

      “Roger is not a yes-man!”

      “Then he is a fool. A man who does not want children is a fool, or a liar.”

      She thought of her father, and her heart hardened. “All men aren’t as primitive as you, Jaf.”

      His eyes flashed dangerously. “Be careful. You might make me imagine that you are speaking from your desires rather than your observations.”

      “Is that a threat?” she demanded shrilly.

      His hand moved and his fingers caught the errant little curl of hair at her temple that could never be tamed. He stroked it around his forefinger while little jolts of electricity rushed down her temple and jaw and shot into her body.

      “I only say what you should already know.”

      Lisbet gritted her teeth. What a fool she had been to come out with him thinking to find protection in a cheap ring! She slapped his hand away.

      “I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”

      “I could prove to you that I am not.”

      “No, you could not!” Lisbet said quickly.

      “Too loyal to Roger to fan an old flame?”

      “Of course!”

      “Did you tell him about me?”

      “Briefly, along with several others.”

      One eyebrow flickered.

      “Does he know you’re seeing me tonight?”

      Lisbet hesitated for a fatal moment. “Yes,” she said. She knew it sounded like a lie.

      He nodded, as if to himself. “Did you plan it, then, Lisbet? You are engaged to another man, and yet you risked coming here, living at my brother’s house. What did you tell yourself? That I could be put off by a ring from the bazaar and a distant fiancé?

      “But no, you knew better than that!” he answered himself. “What was in your mind? Another quick, meaningless affair? Is that what you planned for when you came? A little reprise of passion with a barbarian before going back to marry a safe man, a man from your own culture? Did you hope I would be too hungry for your body to turn away from the crumbs you offer? Did you cast me in the part of the beggar at the gates, Lisbet? You mistook me.”

      His lips smiled. But as his black eyes met hers a shiver of danger traced her skin. As if she were looking into a cave where a wolf lurked in the darkness.

      “Do you tell yourself that I still want you, Lisbet? Do you imagine СКАЧАТЬ