The Desert Prince's Proposal. Nicola Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ her throat, she grabbed at a nice, safe topic to clear her befuddled head.

      ‘I’m off on a really interesting trip once this conference is finished,’ she said, unable to stop her gaze drifting to his butt as he bent over the rose, knowing it wasn’t the tailored fit of his casual khaki trousers that held it but the perfection outlined beneath the cotton.

      ‘Where are you going?’

      He straightened and she shifted her gaze in record time, the heat in her cheeks intensifying as he locked gazes with her, and she had the uncanny feeling he could read her mind.

      ‘You probably haven’t heard of it. It’s a tiny country called Adhara. One of my clients is mad for Middle Eastern architecture and wants his house to be perfect, so has basically ordered me to go over there. Plus, my best friend lives there, so it should be great.’

      Sam stiffened, his gaze snapping to hers before he smiled, a genuinely warm smile which reached his eyes and turned them to molten chocolate, despite the flicker of something mysterious in their depths.

      ‘Actually, I have heard of it. It’s a beautiful country.’

      ‘You’ve been there?’

      He hesitated a moment before nodding.

      ‘My business takes me to many places in the world. It’s one of the perks.’

      ‘Same here,’ she said, wondering if she could pump him for more information than she’d gleaned from the stuff Ned had sent through last night.

      Adhara piqued her curiosity, and from what she’d seen of the desert land on the Net she knew designing the perfect house for Ned Wilson would be a challenge she was more than up for.

      ‘Though I must admit travelling to a place like Adhara wouldn’t have been my first choice, unless I was practically ordered to go.’

      ‘Why?’

      Bria shrugged, somewhat disconcerted by Sam’s penetrating stare, more so by her compulsion to divulge her thoughts to a man she barely knew.

      ‘Honestly? From the snippets I’ve gleaned from Lou, my best friend, I have this vision of a tiny country something along the lines of Monaco. You know, the type of place ruled by an insular, powerful family controlling everyone and everything. I guess I’ve never gone in for that sort of thing.’

      Sam’s lips thinned, as if he didn’t approve of her thoughts. Not surprising, considering he was an influential businessman living in London who probably thrived on controlling everything, from his work to his social life.

      ‘If you haven’t been there how can you judge the country?’

      If his grim expression hadn’t been a dead giveaway that he didn’t approve, the bitter edge to his words would.

      ‘I suppose you think I’m way too judgemental, huh?’

      She deliberately kept her tone light, not wanting anything to spoil the special day they’d had.

      It had definitely been far too long since she’d spent any time with a guy, let alone one as impressive as Sam, and she’d lost her ability to keep things cool.

      ‘Everyone is entitled to their own views,’ he said, the tension in his shoulders relaxing as he stepped to her side. ‘But I will be interested to hear what you think of Adhara once you’re there.’

      ‘Uh-huh,’ she mumbled, knowing that wouldn’t happen.

      She wouldn’t keep in touch with Sam.

      What was the point?

      London and Sydney were poles apart. She’d already tried living on the other side of the world once before, and look where that had got her.

      ‘Shall we have our picnic now?’

      Glad to hear Sam’s jovial tone, she nodded and looked up, surprised by the glint of purpose in his eyes.

      His gaze was too potent.

      He was standing too close.

      And when she took a deep breath to clear her head his subtle scent, faintly reminiscent of sandalwood mingled with the heady rose fragrance surrounding them, had her leaning towards him to savour more.

      ‘Bria?’

      He reached out and placed a finger beneath her chin, gently tilting her head up till she had no option but to stare into his eyes, mesmerised by the flicker of excitement in their obsidian depths.

      A sizzle of heat licked along her veins, making her want to close the short distance between them, plant her lips against his and see if they tasted as good as they looked.

      He had a finely shaped mouth, the type of mouth made for delivering important news, for imparting smooth words, for soul-deep, soul-destroying kisses…

      ‘Shall we eat now?’

      He spoke so softly she barely heard, and through the fog of insane need clouding her brain she registered several fleeting thoughts at once.

      I want to kiss him.

      I want to know more about him.

      I want to spend more time with him.

      Instead, she stepped away, breaking the tenuous contact between them, knowing what she wanted and what she got were usually at opposite ends of her life’s spectrum.

      ‘Sounds good. I’m starving,’ she said, heading for the picnic blanket they’d set up under a nearby oak tree, more than a little annoyed this man had the power to breach her emotional barriers without trying.

      ‘Your country is beautiful.’

      Bria tore her gaze from the magnificent setting sun and turned towards Sam, as dazzled by his gorgeousness as the purple, ochre and golden dusk descending around them.

      ‘It is. They don’t call Australia “the lucky country” for nothing.’

      An indefinable emotion flickered in the dark depths of his eyes before he smiled.

      ‘At this moment I am the lucky one.’

      Bria returned his smile, revelling in the splendour of the moment, knowing it was too late to play coy or pretend she didn’t understand what he implied.

      She’d spent the most incredible, magical day with Sam, and the sparks sizzling between them had been difficult to ignore. He hadn’t overstepped the mark once, and she’d had to physically refrain from launching herself at him several times.

      How ironic she was emotionally frigid yet so responsive physically to his potent presence.

      ‘Are you flattering me?’

      He shrugged, the simple action pulling his white polo-shirt up, and displaying a tantalising glimpse of flat, tanned stomach for an all-too-brief second.

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