The Sheik and the Pregnant Bride by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online Page B

asked.
    “Much.”
    “Have you danced yet?”
    “No.”
    Before she could explain she didn’t know how, he’d taken her glass from her and set it on a nearby tray, then led her toward the dance floor.
    “I’m not very good at this sort of thing,” she admitted.
    He pulled her into his arms. “I am good enough for both of us.”
    He was warm and strong and held her securely. She rested one hand on his shoulder, her tiny evening bag held in her fingers. Her other hand nestled in his. He moved purposefully, guiding her with a confidence that allowed her to believe that maybe she could dance after all.
    “See?” he said.
    “Don’t test me with anything fancy. Not unless you want people pointing and laughing.”
    He chuckled. “Are you always so honest?”
    “Most of the time. I try to be.”
    “You are charming.”
    “Really?” The word came out before she could stop it. “Sorry. I meant to say thank you.”
    “So polite.”
    “It’s how I was raised,” she told him. “You’re very nice, too.”
    “Less arrogant than you’d imagined?”
    “Something like that. Although you have your imperious moments. Am I allowed to say that?”
    “Tonight you can say anything.”
    Was he flirting with her? Was that flirting?
    She wanted to believe it was. After spending her entire life as a tomboy, it was nice to be girly for once. Not that she would want to make a habit of all the torture Victoria had put her through.
    “I like your country,” she said. “The parts I’ve seen are very beautiful.”
    “The city is more modern than many parts of El Deharia. Out in the desert the people still live as they once did.”
    “I think I like my modern conveniences too much for that,” she admitted.
    “I agree. One of my brothers has chosen to live there permanently, but not me. I, too, want my conveniences.”
    They moved together in time with the music, swaying and sliding and turning together. She stumbled once, but he caught her against him. Then they were touching from shoulder to knee, pressed intimately as they moved.
    She raised her gaze to his, not sure if this was allowed or appropriate. He was a prince, after all. But he didn’t seem to mind and she found herself enjoying the contact, maybe more than she should.
    It was the dance, she told herself. The night, not the man. But the faint tingles in the pit of her stomach warned her that maybe it was the man. Just a little.
    “Are you homesick?” he asked.
    “Not tonight.”
    “But other days?”
    “A little. I think being here has been good for me.”
    “New adventures?”
    She nodded. Tonight was certainly that.
    The song ended. Maggie felt a jolt of disappointment as Qadir released her, followed by a distinct coolness. As if all the warmth had faded away.
    She found herself wanting him to pull her close again. She’d liked being in his arms.
    Victoria’s words of warning flashed into her brain. While Maggie didn’t agree that she led with her heart, she was smart enough to realize that regardless of how good Qadir looked in a tux and how much she’d liked dancing with him, he was light-years out of her league. All tingles aside, nothing was going to happen.
    She started to excuse herself when they were interrupted by a tall, older man who looked oddly familiar.
    “There you are,” the man said. “I’ve been looking for you.”
    “Father, may I introduce Maggie Collins. Maggie, my father, King Mukhtar of El Deharia.”

Chapter Four
    K -king? As in king?
    Maggie stood frozen, not sure if she should curtsy—not that she knew how—or bolt. Worse, she was barefoot. She couldn’t meet the king when she wasn’t wearing shoes.
    “Lovely to meet you,” the king said, not even looking at her. “Qadir, I want you to meet Sabrina and her sister Natalie. Their uncle is a duke. British, of course. Well-educated.” The king moved closer to Qadir and lowered his voice. “Pretty enough, they seem to have decent heads on their shoulders. Their older