Under A Desert Moon. Laura Martin
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Название: Under A Desert Moon
Автор: Laura Martin
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
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Emma rolled her eyes involuntarily.
‘Actually, would you like to tell the story, Miss Knight?’ Sebastian asked, motioning for her to continue where he’d left off.
‘I’m not sure I know how it goes,’ Emma said.
Sebastian grinned at her and continued, ‘Well, there I was, minding my own business when I hear a shout and before I know it I’m being chased by forty heavily armed Egyptian bandits.’
Emma felt her breath rush through her lips in disbelief. She fought to keep the smile from her face. It would only encourage him.
‘Are you sure it was only forty, Mr Oakfield?’ Emma asked.
Sebastian cocked his head to one side and pretended to consider. ‘Perhaps you’re right and it was closer to fifty.’ He shrugged. ‘It doesn’t matter. Forty, fifty, four hundred, however many. The end result was a lot of bandits and only one of me.’
Emma glanced around the table. He had them all enthralled.
‘I looked to my left and I looked to my right but there was nowhere to escape. I thought my time had finally come to meet the angels in heaven.’
Emma knew she wasn’t the only one who raised her eyebrows at the idea of Sebastian Oakfield going to heaven.
‘Then, across fifty feet of fast-flowing Nile water, my eyes met those of a heavenly creature and I knew I was saved. I dived into the water and swam until my lungs were about to burst. When I surfaced, Miss Knight encouraged me aboard her felucca.’
Emma remembered it rather differently, but she had to admit Sebastian had a certain way with words.
‘But I wasn’t out of danger yet. The dastardly felucca captain threatened to disembowel me before I could catch my breath. Certain I was about to die, I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable, but instead I was surprised to find Miss Knight throwing herself in front of the captain’s sword for me.’
Mrs Fitzgerald gasped and Emma groaned quietly. She doubted she’d be allowed to leave her room, let alone Cairo, for the duration of her stay.
‘Miss Knight persuaded the piratical captain to spare my life and deliver me safely to Cairo. I shall be in her debt for ever.’
He turned his attention back to Emma and took her hand, planting a kiss just below her knuckles. His lips were soft against her skin and for a moment Emma felt as if they were the only two in the room. She forgot all the trouble he’d caused her and the curious stares of the Fitzgeralds and their friends. In that moment she was only aware of her heart thumping in her chest, his lips against her skin, and the primal urge that surged up through her, willing him to pull her against him and claim her as his own.
He released her hand and Emma came tumbling back to reality. She smiled at him shakily, wondering whether he had felt the same thrum of desire as she had. She shook her head; of course he hadn’t. He was a man of the world, a charmer—he probably took a different woman to his bed every night. A man like Sebastian Oakfield wouldn’t be affected by a mere kiss on the hand, especially not with an inexperienced woman like herself.
‘Interesting,’ he murmured.
‘Would you give me the pleasure of this dance, Miss Knight?’ Sebastian asked as the music swelled in the background.
Emma looked at him for a couple of long seconds before replying and for an instant he thought she might refuse.
‘Of course,’ she said and delicately got to her feet.
He led her to the dance floor, using the few seconds it took for them to weave around the tables of the other guests to analyse what had just happened. He’d been joking around, as he always did. He’d seen first a flicker of disapproval in Emma’s eyes, but soon that had transformed to amusement. Then he’d taken her hand in his and brushed his lips against her skin. Kissing a lady’s hand was something he’d done plenty of times, but never before had he felt the same jolt as he had this time, as his lips had met her skin.
Seb glanced about the room. There were plenty of pretty women dotted here and there, many of whom were giving him encouraging smiles. He’d kissed pretty women before, but he’d never felt like this.
Emma reached the dance floor and waited at the edge for him to escort her onto it. He offered her his arm and felt a thrill of pleasure as she slipped her small hand into the crook of his elbow.
She was attractive, Seb couldn’t deny it. Her dazzling blue eyes would hold any man’s attention and her lips were full and pink and just begging to be kissed. Seb cleared his throat quietly and told himself to behave. Yes, Miss Emma Knight was pretty, but the only reason she was affecting him this way was because he knew he couldn’t have her. He’d felt the same when the Egyptian authorities had denied him access to the tombs in the Valley of the Kings. Well, almost.
Glancing at Emma now, he wondered whether he would give up the chance to discover a hundred royal tombs for just one night in her arms.
He grinned. He’d always been prone to fits of romanticism.
‘I didn’t expect to see you again so soon,’ Emma said, clearly trying to make polite conversation as she’d been brought up to do.
‘I followed you here,’ Seb said bluntly.
He tried to keep a straight face as Emma’s expression turned to one of horror.
‘You followed me?’ she asked.
‘Yes, trailed you from the moment we left the dock.’
She frowned warily. ‘So you saw where I went this afternoon?’
He nodded vaguely.
‘You won’t tell the Fitzgeralds I visited the museum without them?’
‘Wouldn’t dream of it. Your secret’s safe with me.’
She looked at him appraisingly for a few seconds then grunted, as if satisfied.
‘You didn’t visit the museum, did you?’ he asked slowly.
‘And you didn’t follow me, did you?’
Seb grinned again. It wasn’t often he came up against anyone who gave as good as they got.
‘I didn’t follow you,’ he admitted in a low whisper. He felt her shiver as he leaned in closer and his breath tickled her ear. ‘I didn’t have to. It’s common knowledge the Fitzgeralds dine at Harcourt’s every Thursday. I knew exactly where to find you.’
She looked at him, clearly wondering whether to believe this version of events.
‘And I suppose you came specially to see me?’
‘Would you believe me if I said I couldn’t get you out of my mind?’ Seb asked.
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