relax to the rhythm of the music. Maybe it was madness, but being with Sadik felt like coming home.
Despite the height difference, they danced well together. She easily anticipated his moves. The heat from his body made her feel safe.
Safe, she thought sadly. There was a unique concept. She might be many things with the prince, but the least of them was safe.
âYou should go bother a skinny, tall brunette and leave me alone,â she grumbled.
âYou should stop talking. Youâre spoiling our moment together.â
âIs that what weâre having?â
âYes. And youâre enjoying it. Besides, I want no other woman but you.â
His words sank down to her heart, ripping away protective layers of common sense. She knew he was only talking about sex, but she couldnât help wishingâ¦wantingâ¦something more. Sadik held her close enough that she could feel the call of his body. She took the half step closer, nestling herself against him. His only response was to sigh softly.
For a time, with her pregnancy, her breasts had been extremely tender. That symptom had faded so she could now enjoy the sensation of pressing close to his hard chest. Against her will, memories flooded her as she remembered what it had been like to be with him. She recalled the way heâd touched her everywhere. Slowly, almost worshiping her body. Heâd made her feel physically perfect.
Cleo closed her eyes in an attempt to ignore the past and the pain it brought. If it was only sex, she could find the will to resist. But she and Sadik had shared so much more. When they had satiated themselves after an hour or two, they had talked. First of inconsequential matters, but eventually they had shared the details of their past. Sheâd heard about the lonely child growing up in a world of wealth and privilege, ignored by his parents and raised by a nanny, then a tutor. Sheâd glossed over the first ten years of her life but had told him about going to live with Zara and her mother.
She had allowed herself to believe that sheâd gotten past the arrogant shell to the actual man beneath. Sheâd told herself that she mattered to him. Sheâd been wrong on both counts.
âCome to me tonight,â he breathed in her ear. âWe can rediscover paradise together.â
Cleo was so tempted she nearly fainted. Knowing that he wanted her made her long to give in. Apparently being around Sadik still made her forget all that was important. She took a half second to try to convince herself that it was okay to be weak and spineless, then she remembered what was at stake.
She did her best to look bored as she raised her gaze to his. âIâm seriously flattered, but Iâd rather not. Youâre a great guy, Sadik, really. But the thing is, Iâve met someone else. We hooked up shortly after I returned to Spokane.â
Sadik raised dark eyebrows. âYou have another man in your life? What is his name?â
Her mind went completely blank. Ahâ¦a name. Any name. âRick. Heâs in plumbing.â Internally she winced. âHeâs fabulous. We met and it was love at first sight. Really. Right there in front of my kitchen sink.â She widened her eyes, hoping for a look of sincerity.
Sadik did not look convinced. âYour sister hasnât mentioned this Rick person.â
âI didnât say anything to her. Zara is so caught up in the wedding and everything. I didnât want to distract her.â Cleo swallowed. Sheâd never been a very good liar. Maybe she should have practiced more.
âSo itâs serious with you and this Rick?â
âUh-huh. Weâre practically engaged.â
Sadik threw back his head and began to laugh. Cleo wanted to stomp her footâ¦preferably grinding her heel into his instep.
âI donât see whatâs so funny,â she hissed. âYou wanted me. The possibility exists that one other man on the
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