Penny Jordan Tribute Collection. PENNY JORDAN

in Zuran so that she could commence work immediately.

      The prince had announced that she would be provided with a small apartment and the use of a car, and Mariella was planning a shopping trip to equip both herself and Fleur for their unexpected extended stay.

      Fleur’s new tooth had now come through and the baby was back to her normal happy self.

      Someone was knocking on the door of the bungalow and Mariella went to open it, expecting to see a member of the Beach Club’s staff, but instead to her consternation it was Xavier who was standing outside.

      Without waiting for her invitation he strode into the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

      ‘Perhaps you can explain the meaning of this to me,’ he challenged her sarcastically, throwing down the copy of the newspaper she had been reading earlier, open at the gossip column page.

      ‘I don’t have to explain anything to you, Xavier,’ Mariella replied as calmly as she could.

      ‘It says here that you are not Fleur’s mother.’

      ‘That’s right,’ she agreed. ‘I’m not! I’m her aunt. My sister Tanya is her mother… and the woman who I have had to listen to you denouncing and abusing so slanderously and unfairly! And, for your information, Tanya is not, as you have tried to imply, some… some…

      she is a professional singer and dancer, and, whilst you may not consider her good enough for your precious cousin, let me tell you that in my opinion he is the one who isn’t good enough for her… not for her and certainly not for Fleur!’ All the anger and anguish Mariella had been bottling up inside her was exploding in a surge of furious words.

      ‘Your cousin told Tanya that he loved her and that he was committed to her and then he left her and Fleur! Have you any idea just what that did to Tanya? I was there when Fleur was born, I heard Tanya cry out for the man she loved. It’s all so easy for a man, isn’t it? If he doesn’t want the responsibility of a woman’s love or the child they create together, he can just walk away. You don’t know what it means to be a child growing up knowing that your father didn’t want or love you, and knowing too that your mother could never again be the person she was before her heart was broken. I would never, ever let any man hurt me the way Tanya has been hurt!’

      ‘You wantonly and deliberately let me think that you and Khalid were lovers,’ Xavier interrupted her savagely, ignoring her emotional outburst.

      ‘Well, at first I thought you were Fleur’s father, so I assumed you knew I wasn’t Fleur’s mother. But, face it, you wanted to think the worst you could about me, Xavier. You enjoyed thinking it! Revelled in it. I tried to warn you that you were getting it wrong, when you totally misinterpreted those comments by the prince! Remember?’

      ‘Have you any idea just what problems this is causing?’ he demanded harshly.

      ‘What I have done?’ Mariella gave him a disbelieving look. ‘My sister is a modern young woman who lives a modern young woman’s life. Her biggest mistake, in my opinion, was to fall in love with your wretched cousin, and yet you have talked about her as though—!’ Mariella compressed her lips as she saw the flash of temper darkening his eyes.

      ‘Are you trying to say to me that you too are a modern young woman who lives a modern young woman’s life, because if you are I have to tell you—!’

      Xavier broke off abruptly, remembering the character references the prince had insisted on him reading when he had stormed into the palace earlier in the afternoon, demanding an immediate audience with him.

      Mariella was not only a very highly acclaimed artist, she was also, it seemed, a young woman of the highest moral integrity—in every facet of her life!

      ‘That is none of your business,’ Mariella told him angrily.

      ‘To the contrary. It is very much my business!’

      Mariella stared at him, her heart thumping.

      ‘Fleur is my cousin’s child, which makes her a member of my family. Since you are also of her blood, that also makes you a member of my family. As the head of that family I am, therefore, responsible for both of you. There is no way I can allow you to live here in Zuran alone, or work unchaperoned for the prince. Our family pride and honour would be at risk! It is my responsibility!’

      ‘What?’ Mariella looked at him in open angry contempt. ‘How can you possibly lay claim to any right to pride or honour? You, a man who was quite prepared to take the mother of his cousin’s child to bed, just so that you could enforce your wish to keep them apart? This has got to be some kind of joke! I mean, you… you abuse me verbally, and physically. You insult and denigrate me and… and now you have the gall to turn round and start preaching to me about pride or honour! And as for your so-called sense of responsibility! You don’t even begin to understand the meaning of the word, as decent people understand it!’

      Mariella could see the tension in his jaw, but she suspected that it was caused by anger rather than any sense of shame.

      ‘The situation has now changed!’

      ‘Changed? Because you have discovered that instead of being, and I quote, your cousin’s “whore” paid to have sex with men, I am a career woman.’

      ‘I have received a… a communication from Khalid confirming that he is Fleur’s father, and because of that—’ his mouth tightened ‘—I have to consider Fleur’s position, her future… her reputation!’

      ‘Her reputation!’ Mariella gave him a scathing look. ‘Fleur is four months old! And anyway, His Highness has already done everything that is necessary to stem any potential gossip.’

      ‘I have been to see His Highness myself to inform him that, whilst you are here in Zuran, you will be living beneath the protection of my roof! Naturally he is in total agreement!’

      Mariella couldn’t believe her ears.

      ‘Oh, no,’ she denied, shaking her head vigorously from side to side. ‘No, no, no. No way!’

      ‘Mariella. Please see it as a way for me to make amends by offering you my hospitality. Besides, you have no choice—the prince expects it.’

      He meant it, Mariella recognised as she searched his implacable features.

      ‘I shall wait here until you have packed and then we will return to my home. I have arranged for my widowed great-aunt to act as your chaperone for the duration of your stay in Zuran.’

      Her chaperone!

      ‘I am twenty-eight years old,’ she told him through gritted teeth. ‘I do not need a chaperone.’

      ‘You are a single woman living beneath the roof of a single man. There will already be those who will look askance at you having read that article.’

      ‘At me, but not, of course, at you!’

      ‘I am a man, so it is different,’ he told her with a dismissively arrogant shrug that made her grind her teeth in female outrage.

      Mariella couldn’t wait to speak to her sister to tell her what had happened!

      Right now, though, Mariella dared not take the risk of defying him! He could, after all, if he so wished, not merely put his threats into action, but also take Fleur from her here and now if he chose to do so!

      It took her less than half an hour to pack their things, a task she performed in seething silence whilst Xavier stood in front of the door, his arms folded across his chest, watching her with smoulderingly dangerous eyes.

      When she had finished she went to pick Fleur up, but Xavier got there first.

      Over Fleur’s downy head their gazes clashed and locked, Xavier’s a seething molten grey, Mariella’s a brilliantly glittering jade.

      The limousine waiting for them was every bit as opulent looking as the one the prince had sent for her, although Mariella was surprised