“Call the pilot,” he said gruffly. “Have him ready the plane. You are to pack me some clothes, Abdul. Meet me at the hangar in an hour with the things I’ll need.”
Abdul was still speaking when Nick hit the disconnect button, tossed the phone aside and tried to gather Amanda close to him again, but she was unyielding, moving only her arms, crossing them over her naked breasts in a classic feminine gesture that somehow went straight to his heart.
“It’s good that you’re leaving.” Her voice was steady, but her face was pale. “You’re not to come here again, Lord Rashid. I know I agreed to the terms of our wager, but—”
“The wager is off, Amanda. I came here to tell you that.” Her golden eyes widened; he knew it wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. He wanted to draw her close and kiss her until the color returned to her cheeks. Instead, he picked up her discarded shirt and wrapped it gently around her. “Here,” he said softly. “You must be cold.”
Cold? She was swimming in heat from his touch, from imagining what would have happened if Abdul hadn’t called—but she knew better than to let him know that.
“Thank you,” she said stiffly.
“I don’t want you as my mistress because of a bet,” Nick said, his eyes locked to hers. “I want you to be mine because you desire no other man but me. Because you find joy only in my arms.”
Her heartbeat stumbled, but the look she gave him was sharp and clear.
“You amaze me,” she said with a polite smile. “You’re always so sure you’ll get what you want.”
“We’d be making love right now if that call hadn’t interrupted us.”
“I’m not going to argue with you.”
“No.” He smiled. “You won’t, because there’s nothing to argue about. You know that I’m right.”
She took a step back. “I want you to leave. Right now.”
“I don’t think that’s what you want at all.”
He moved quickly, drew her into his arms and kissed her. She told herself his kisses meant nothing, that she wouldn’t respond…but it was Nick who ended the kiss, not she.
“All right,” she said stiffly, “you’ve proved your point. Yes, I—I’ve thought about what it would be like to—to…” She gave a shuddering breath. “But it would be wrong. I know that. And, unlike you, I don’t always give in to my desires.”
“Why would it be wrong?”
“Why?” Her laugh was forced and abrupt. “Well, because…because…dammit, I don’t have to justify my decision to you!”
“You can’t even justify it to yourself.” Nick put his hand under her chin and tipped her head up until their eyes met. “I can’t get out of this trip, Amanda. Do you understand?”
“I’m not a child,” she said coldly. “Certainly I understand. You’re going away on business and you’d like me to be waiting for you when you get back. Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, Lord Rashid, but I won’t be.”
“You won’t have to be, not if you go with me.”
“What?”
“We’ll only be gone a day or two.” He bent his head, brushed his mouth over hers. “Come with me, Amanda.”
“No!” She laughed again and tried to wrench free of his hands. “You must think I’m an idiot!”
“I think you’re a woman with more courage than she gives herself credit for. And I think you want to say yes.”
“Well, you think wrong. We’ve agreed our wager is—”
“Off. And it is.” And what, exactly, was he doing? He never mixed business with pleasure. Then again, this wasn’t really a business trip. It was just a couple of days on a ranch in Texas. “Come with me,” he urged, rushing the words together, knowing that his thinking was somehow flawed, that it would be dangerous to think too long or hard about what he was asking her to do. “We’ll simply be a man and a woman, getting to know each other.”
“I know you already. You’re a man who can’t take no for an answer. Besides, I can’t just—just up and leave. I have a business to run.”
“And I’m your client. Don’t look so surprised, sweetheart. I said our wager was off. I didn’t say I wanted to go on living in an apartment that looks like an expensive hotel suite.” Nick linked his hands in the small of Amanda’s back. “If you come with me, you can ask me all the questions you like. About my tastes. My preferences. You need to know them in order to decorate my home, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She chewed on her lip. “But…”
But what? He was making it sound as if going away with him was the most logical thing in the world, but it wasn’t. She’d just trembled in his arms. His hands had been on her breasts, and oh, she’d wanted more. Much more. She’d wanted to touch him as he’d touched her. To lie naked in his arms, to feel the weight of him as he filled her—
“Amanda?”
His voice was low and rough. She didn’t dare look at him because she knew what she’d see in his eyes.
“We’ll talk. Only talk, if that’s what you want.” Nick raised her face to his. “Say you’ll come with me.”
She knew what her answer should be. But she gave him the answer they both wanted—with her kiss.
CHAPTER EIGHT
NICK wouldn’t tell her where they were going.
“It’s a surprise,” he said, when she asked.
He knew it was crazy not to tell her, but what if he said they were flying to a ranch in Texas and she said she hated ranches and everything about them? What if she said she didn’t like riding fast and hard across the open range? It might turn out she’d never seen a horse except maybe in Central Park and that would be all right just so long as she smiled and said yes, that would be wonderful, when he offered to teach her to ride.
“Hell,” Nick muttered as he paced the length of Amanda’s living room.
Maybe he really was crazy. He’d met this woman last night. Well, he’d met her years ago, but he’d never gotten to know her until last night, never held her in his arms until then. What did it matter if she liked horses or hated them? If she didn’t want to sit behind him in the saddle, her arms wrapped around his waist, her breasts pressed to his back as they rode not across the green hills of north-central Texas but over the hot desert sands?
Crazy was the word, he thought grimly, and swung toward the closed bedroom door. All right. He’d knock on the door, tell her politely that he’d changed his mind. She was right. There was no reason for her to go with him. He’d phone when he got back and they’d have drinks, perhaps dinner….
The door opened just as he reached it. Amanda stood in the opening, holding a small carry-on bag. “I packed only what you said I’d need. Jeans. Shirts.” She gave a little laugh. “I don’t know why you’re being so mysterious about this trip. I mean, it’s hard to know what to take when you don’t know the destination. What is it, Nick?”
Her face was flushed, her eyes bright. She was wearing jeans and a cotton shirt, she hadn’t bothered putting any makeup on her face, and he wanted to tell her he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.
“Whatever you’ve packed is fine,” he said gruffly, and he took the carry-on from her, linked his fingers through hers and tried to figure out exactly what was happening to him.
* * *
His plane was a small, sleek jet.
Amanda had flown in private aircraft before. Two of her stepbrothers owned their own planes. Her stepfather did, too; in fact, Jonas had a small jet, similar to Nick’s in size—but Jonas’s plane didn’t have a fierce lion painted on the fuselage.
Nobody bowed to Jonas, either, but half a dozen people bowed as Nick approached the jet, half-prostrating themselves even though he waved them all quickly to their feet.
The Lion of the Desert, Amanda thought. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Yesterday, the words had been nothing but a title. A silly one, at that. Now, for the first time, she looked at the stern profile of the man walking beside her and realized that he was, in fact, a prince.
She tore her h
and from his and stumbled to a halt.
“Amanda?”
“Nick.” She spoke quickly, breathlessly. Her heart was racing as if she’d run here from her apartment instead of riding in Nick’s Ferrari. “I can’t go with you. I can’t—”
Nick clasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. “My people won’t blink an eye if I lift you into my arms and carry you on board,” he said softly. “You could scream and kick, but they’d ignore you. Kidnapping a woman and keeping her in his harem is still the prerogative of the prince of the realm.”
He was smiling. He was teasing her; she knew that. Still, she could imagine it happening. Nick, scooping her up in his arms. Carrying her onto the plane. Taking her high into the clouds, stripping away her defenses as he stripped away her clothes because yes, she wanted him. Wanted him…
“I made you a promise, sweetheart. And I’ll keep it. You’ll be safe. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”
He held out his hand. She hesitated.
Have you ever gambled, Amanda?
The question, and her answer, were laughable. What was losing a hundred dollars at the roulette wheel compared to what she stood to lose now? And, thinking it, she put her hand in his.