Modern Romance Collection: June 2018 Books 5 - 8. Jane Porter

mouths were only a hair’s breadth apart.

      ‘Don’t you dare touch me,’ she flared.

      Her struggles only brought them closer. This first, real physical contact between them was an incendiary device to his senses. His greedy flesh was aroused to the point of agony. She rested, panting, for a moment, blazing her defiance into his eyes. A lithe young flame to his dark, smouldering passion, she was as much a slave as he to primitive forces that made her eyes shoot sparks of fury at him, even as they darkened.

      ‘You’re to blame for all of this!’ she raged. Reaching up, she seized hold of his shoulders, which only brought them closer together.

      He held her at arm’s length. ‘I think you’re overwrought.’

      Savouring her fresh, clean scent while she vibrated with awareness beneath his hands, he thought, Not yet. She was all eagerness, and ready to channel her anger into a different sort of passion, but he favoured trial by frustration. Pleasure delayed was pleasure enhanced. She deserved nothing less.

      He was actually considering seducing her?

      Yes. It seemed inevitable, though his family had destroyed hers, and he had no doubt that coming back to the Sapphire and reliving that night had made her hate him. But hate was a strange and adaptable emotion. His desire to protect her was as strong as ever, but the desire to make love to her was even stronger, Millie’s passion could change into something very different. Gently, but firmly, he removed her hands from his body and stepped back. He could not have predicted her reaction.

      ‘Don’t,’ he rapped as she covered her face with her hands. ‘You have nothing to feel guilty about.’

      ‘Don’t I?’ she said bitterly, raising her chin. ‘Not even when those feelings involve you?’

      She shocked him with words that sounded wrenched from her soul. Her frankness had always been Millie’s greatest appeal, he reminded himself as he observed, ‘This has been an ordeal. You should go home now and rest. We’ll speak on another occasion.’

      ‘And if the Sapphire leaves?’ she said, her eyes glaring into his.

      ‘Go home, Millie.’

      ‘Why should I make it easy for you?’

      ‘Go home,’ he repeated. ‘I’ll have one of my guards accompany you.’

      She laughed at this. ‘To make sure I’m safe?’ she said. ‘I think we can assume I know my own way home, and there’s no need for you to have me escorted off the Sapphire.’

      Her face was pale and defiant as they confronted each other. ‘You’re not being removed from the ship,’ he stated evenly. ‘It’s dark, and I’m concerned about you. It can be dangerous on the dock.’

      ‘As my mother discovered,’ she agreed tensely.

      ‘You will accept my guard,’ he instructed quietly. ‘He’ll be discreet, and I won’t argue about this. I insist.’

      Her mouth flattened stubbornly, but she could see the sense in what he said, and eventually she grudgingly nodded her head. ‘So, when will we talk?’ she pressed. ‘Or have you changed your mind about that.’

      ‘I haven’t changed my mind,’ he said as he waved a guard over. ‘Before I leave King’s Dock we’ll meet again and talk calmly. A party isn’t a suitable venue for a discussion as weighty as ours.’ He wanted her behind closed doors, to navigate both their feelings and the past.

      She huffed a short, and, he thought, disbelieving laugh. ‘Thank you, Your Majesty. Goodnight,’ she added briskly.

      When she extended her hand for him to shake, he took hold of it and brushed it with his lips, and felt her tremble. As he watched her walk away, he knew this wasn’t over and that it had only just begun. His hunt for a bride would have to wait.

      * * *

      What the hell was I thinking going back on the Sapphire with some crazy notion to get in touch with the Sheikh?

      Dropping down on her bed, Millie kicked off her shoes and sent them flying across the room. Instead of learning more about the night of her mother’s death she had almost kissed her greatest enemy? What was that about? This was a man who must have lied to the police, and whose lawyers had glibly lied to the coroner, which had allowed his brother, the late Sheikh Saif, to leave the country without so much as having his wrist slapped.

      Someone must pay for her mother’s death. Was Millie supposed to believe that Roxy Dillinger had crawled out of a lifeboat dead drunk, used the facilities, as Sheikh Khalid had so tactfully put it, and then fallen into the sea? Had anyone seen this happen? What about security cameras? From what she’d seen when she was on board the Sapphire, the big ship was bristling with cameras. Someone had to know the truth. And that someone wasn’t telling.

      Springing up, she paced to the window and pushed back the blind. The Sapphire was even more awe-inspiring at night when it was lit up prow to stern. The classy party would last until the early hours of the morning, she guessed. It was certainly going full swing now. She could have kicked herself for not finding out when the Sapphire was due to leave King’s Dock. It could slip away in the night while she was asleep, and she’d be none the wiser, and that would be her chance to discover the truth gone for ever.

       And she might never see Sheikh Khalid again.

      Good!

      Not good. She’d miss him. Seeing him again had really affected her, Millie realised. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d admitted having feelings for him.

      Feelings? The heartache she was experiencing was a real physical pain.

      Love hurt? You bet. Love for her mother and confusion where Sheikh Khalid was concerned. And she’d blown her one and only chance. Saying he’d make time to see her again was just a throw-away comment, a pleasantry, the politeness of princes.

      Maybe, but she wasn’t a quitter, so what to do now?

      ‘Okay,’ she informed the empty room. ‘There’s only one thing for it...’

      Reaching under the bed for her shoes, she slipped them back on. Smoothing her hair, she glanced in the mirror. Drawing a deep breath, she announced, ‘I can do this.’ Turning for the door, she headed back to the party.

      * * *

      It was easy to convince the guard to let her pass through the locked gate guarding the Sapphire’s berth with nothing more than a smile and the truth. ‘I left something at the party,’ she explained. Well, she had, if you counted her heart and a whole pile of questions.

      ‘No problem, Miss Dillinger,’ the guard told her politely as he unlocked the steel gate and swung it wide.

      She was checked a second time at the foot of the gangplank, and again at the entrance to the ship, by which time her pulse was going crazy. What would Khalid’s reaction be when he saw her? Too late to worry about that now, Millie thought. She was here and she was going to go ahead with this.

      She wasn’t sure what made her glance up as she waited for another tick to be placed against her name on yet another clipboard in the hands of a flint-faced guard. Was it animal instinct? An invisible bond? Or a silent whisper, she mused romantically, to take her mind off the compelling individual staring down in her direction.

      ‘Come up,’ Sheikh Khalid indicated with a jerk of his chin, before stepping back into the shadows behind the rail on the top deck.

      * * *

      Triumph surged through him as Millie boarded the Sapphire. He’d known she’d come back. He’d been waiting for her. She wasn’t stupid. Millie knew there was something he hadn’t told her and she couldn’t take the chance he’d sail away. She wasn’t here to sell herself for information. Millie wasn’t like her mother with desperation as her only driver. She was a seeker of justice