Royal Temptation: Protecting the Desert Princess / Virgin Princess, Tycoon’s Temptation / The Prince's Second Chance. Carol Marinelli

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      ‘You didn’t get a week,’ Mikael said, ‘but have you had a nice few days?’

      ‘They have been wonderful,’ she said. ‘You have been wonderful to me.’

      Mikael made her favourite dinner—without setting the kitchen on fire—and she sat on the bench and watched him.

      ‘Sick of prawns yet?’ he asked.

      ‘Never.’

      They took their dinner up on deck and washed it down with champagne, and Layla shivered a bit when he asked her what would happen when she went back to Ishla.

      ‘I know you said there would be trouble for you, but can I ask what sort?’

      ‘I expect that my father will ban my computer,’ Layla said, ‘and I will have to apologise to Trinity and Zahid, and perhaps I will not be allowed to teach…’ She ran a hand through her hair and thought of the smiling faces of her students and how much they would miss her. ‘I was selfish, I suppose. They will miss out because of me…’

      ‘It might not be for long,’ Mikael offered, but she shook her head.

      ‘My father has already told me that my future husband might find it offensive if I work…I expect that decision will be made for him.’ She told Mikael the truth then. ‘My father will bring my wedding forward, I expect. I have been trying to avoid it, but he will say I have given him no choice.’

      ‘Layla…’

      ‘Please don’t ask that question again.’

      He let out a tense breath in exasperation, but she had not finished speaking yet.

      ‘I am so loved and so happy at home,’ she said. ‘I wanted adventure—just one big adventure—and I have had that, I just forgot the first rule of chess.’

      ‘Tell me.’

      ‘To look to more than the next move,’ she said. ‘I planned and researched escaping, being here, and all the things I wanted to do, but I forgot to consider the leaving part. I never thought it would hurt—it never even entered my head that I might prefer to live life here.’ As Mikael went to speak she shook her head. ‘I would never do that to my father, to my country, to my people.’

      ‘Even if you won’t be happy?’

      ‘Of course I will be happy. I will just miss things here,’ she said, and tried to hold back on just how much she would miss Mikael. It would not be fair to either of them.

      She had not lied to him that first day. Revealing her thoughts always got her into trouble, and possibly never more so than now. It was imperative that she did not break down and tell him just how she was feeling.

      ‘I wanted tonight to be wonderful,’ she said, ‘but all I feel like doing is crying.’

      ‘Come here,’ Mikael said and led her to the day bed where they lay for a lovely while.

      ‘Do you have any regrets?’ Mikael asked and she shook her head.

      ‘You?’

      ‘None,’ Mikael said and then thought for a moment. ‘I wish that I’d got you that joint.’

      ‘I don’t need it now,’ Layla said because lying here next to Mikael with the stars shining so brightly and the feel of being in his arms she had her high. It was a gorgeous navy sky, so dark except for the stars and just the tiniest sliver of moon.

      ‘That’s the first thing I thought of when I saw you,’ Mikael said, gazing up at the moon and remembering walking into his office and seeing her standing there in her silver dress. ‘Make a wish on the new moon,’ he said.

      Perhaps he should not have said that, because he had just managed to get her to smile.

      ‘I just made it,’ Layla said, and turned her head and looked at him.

      ‘You can’t tell me what your wish is,’ he warned.

      ‘Okay.’

      She looked up at him and thought how lucky she was to be here even if just for a little while. ‘I’ve done everything,’ Layla said. ‘I have danced…’

      ‘You can really dance!’ He nodded approvingly.

      ‘I have had a romantic dinner with a very romantic man. We have held hands, touched knees, kissed…’ she looked over at him. ‘We have exceeded my list with orgasms.’

      ‘Good.’

      ‘I have had flowers, a whole day in bed…’ She counted things off. ‘A day out sightseeing.’

      ‘What was your best bit?’

      ‘Apart from the orgasms? Then your verdict party,’ she answered immediately. ‘Have you enjoyed it, Mikael?’

      ‘Very much?’

      ‘What was your best part?’

      He paused as he tried to think, but he could not choose a best part, from her biting her teeth at him on the day they met, taking out that ruby—there was not one part that he could list above another.

      ‘It’s all been good,’ he settled for saying. ‘Though I do feel bad about our row.’

      ‘Mikael!’ she scolded. ‘I loved our row. If it wasn’t for our row you wouldn’t have had to calm me down and agree to bring me to your home…’

      Mikael actually laughed. ‘Were you manipulating me then?’ He was impressed rather than annoyed. ‘Do you ever stop?’

      ‘Never.’ She grinned. ‘Every word I say is with the intent to get what I want…’ She looked over to Mikael, still smiling and looking a whole lot happier than he had on the day they’d first met. ‘Can we have sex like the actors do?’

      That was the wish she had made.

      And he would make it come true.

      ‘Yes,’ he said, and decided that for however long they had left he would simply let himself love her.

      ‘You could film it with your phone and then we could watch it together afterwards,’ Layla said as he led her down to the cabin.

      ‘No!’

      ‘It would be fun.’

      ‘Not a chance,’ Mikael said, and he meant it even though he was laughing.

      He would miss her so.

      ‘You are so good to me,’ she said as she sat on the edge of the bath and watched him shave just so that he wouldn’t mark her.

      ‘Why wouldn’t I be good to you, Layla?’

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