The Sheikh and the Pregnant Bride. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      “You can.”

      She straightened and folded her arms over her chest. “Do we have a deal?”

      Qadir had no problem working with women. He liked women. They were soft and appealing and they smelled good. But the Phantom was special.

      “You can’t refuse me because I’m female,” Maggie told him. “That’s wrong. You know that’s wrong. El Deharia is forward and progressive.” She looked away, then turned back to face him. “My father is gone and I miss him every moment of every day. I need to do this for him. Because that’s what he would have wanted. No one is going to care more about doing this right than me, Prince Qadir. I give you my word.”

      An impassioned plea. “But does your word have value?”

      “I’ve killed a man for assuming less.”

      He laughed at the unexpected response. “Very well, Ms. Collins. You may restore my car. The deal will be the same as the one I negotiated with your father. You have six weeks to restore her to her former glory.”

      “Six weeks and an unlimited budget.”

      “Exactly. Someone on my staff will show you to your room. While you are employed here, you will be my guest in the palace.”

      “I need to collect my things from the hotel.”

      “They will be brought here to you.”

      “Of course they will,” she murmured. “If the sun is a little too bright, can you move it?”

      “With the right motivation.” He eyed her. “I do not appear to intimidate you. Why is that?”

      “You’re just some guy with a car and a checkbook, Prince Qadir.”

      “In other words, a job.”

      “A really great job, but a job. When this is done, I’ll go home to my real life and you’ll have the sweetest ride in El Deharia. We’ll both get what we want.”

      Qadir smiled. “I always do.”

      Maggie refused to think about how much per minute she was paying on her calling card as the phone rang.

      “Hello?”

      “Hey, Jon, it’s me.”

      “Did you get it?”

      Maggie threw herself back on the massive bed in her large suite. A suite that was even bigger than the one at the hotel. “Of course. Was there any doubt?”

      “He was expecting your dad.”

      “I know, but I dazzled him with my charm.”

      Jon laughed. “Maggie, you don’t have any charm. Did you bully him? I know you bullied him.”

      “He’s a prince, which makes him immune to the whole bullying thing. Besides, I’m a nice person.”

      “Mostly, but you’re also driven and determined. I know you.”

      “Better than anyone,” she agreed, keeping her voice light despite the sudden tightness in her chest. Losing her dad had been the worst thing that had ever happened to her, but losing Jon had been nearly as bad. Jon had been her best friend, her first lover…pretty much everything.

      “How’s the car?” he asked.

      Maggie launched into ten minutes of praise complete with technical details. She paused only when she recognized Jon’s “uh-huhs” for what they were. Lack of interest.

      “You’re writing an e-mail, aren’t you?” she demanded.

      “No. Of course not. I’m mesmerized by, ah, the V-8 engine.”

      “It’s a V-12 and I’ll stop talking about it now. I should let you get back to work.”

      “I’m glad you got the job. Let me know how it goes. Or if you need anything.”

      “I will. Say hi to Elaine.”

      Jon didn’t answer.

      Maggie sighed. “I mean it. Say hi to her. I’m happy for you, Jonny.”

      “Maggie—”

      “Don’t. We’re friends. That’s what we’re supposed to be. We both know that. I gotta run. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

      She hung up before he could say anything else.

      Despite the late hour, she was too restless to go to bed. Jet lag, she thought, knowing the twelve-or fifteen-hour time difference had messed up her body clock.

      She’d traded in her pantsuit for jeans and a T-shirt. After slipping her feet into a pair of flip-flops, she opened the French doors and stepped out into the cool night air.

      Her rooms faced the ocean, which was pretty exciting. Back home she had great views of the mountains, but vast expanses of water was its own special treat.

      “Don’t get used to living like this,” she reminded herself. She’d rented out her house for the next couple of months. It was the end of ski season in Aspen and rentals still went for a premium. But once the job was done, she would be returning to the small house where she’d grown up, with its creaky stairs and single bathroom.

      She breathed in the smell of salt air. There were lights in the garden below and the sound of voices in the distance. From what she could tell, the balcony circled the entire palace. Curious and eager to explore, Maggie closed her door behind her and started walking.

      She passed empty rooms and a lot of closed and curtained windows. One set of doors stood open. She caught a glimpse of three girls cuddling on the sofa with a man who looked a little like Qadir.

      A brother, she figured. From what she remembered reading, the king had several sons. No daughters. One wouldn’t want a mere woman getting in the way, she thought with a grin. What would it be like to grow up here? Rich and pampered, being given ponies from the age of three. It must be—

      “Qadir, I expect more,” a gruff voice said in the darkness.

      Maggie skidded to a halt so quickly, she nearly slid out of her sandals.

      “In time,” Qadir said, his voice calm.

      “How much time? As’ad is engaged. He will be married in a few weeks. You need to settle down, as well. How is it possible I have so many sons and no grandchildren?”

      Maggie knew the smartest thing would be to turn around and head back to her room. It’s what she meant to do…except she couldn’t help wanting to listen. She’d never heard a king speak to a prince before. She couldn’t believe they were arguing, just like a regular family.

      She slipped behind a large pole and did her best to stay completely silent as Qadir СКАЧАТЬ