wanted nothing to spoil their view of each other’s face and eyes.
This area had undoubtedly been designed with lovers in mind, a real love-nest for those who wanted to keep prying eyes away whilst they banqueted on the best food and wine and whispered sweet nothings to each other. Tycoons would dine here with their mistresses, and celebrities with their latest live-in lovers.
Charmaine doubted this table would have borne witness to too many dinners like the one that would be served on its elegance surface tonight. Though possibly it was the diners more than the dinner who would be different.
When she’d first walked towards the dimly lit alcove, Charmaine could hardly see the sheikh sitting on the far side of the table, his dark clothes and dark colouring making him melt into the black-walled background. But, once she had passed under the archway and her eyes grew accustomed to the dimmer light, he emerged from the shadow, first his face, and then the rest of him.
Still no traditional Arab dress for him, she noted. He looked like a typical Western playboy, dressed expensively but rather casually in an exquisite black lounge suit and a black silk collarless shirt.
Did her heart beat a little faster at the sight of his handsome elegance? Or was her adrenalin surge simply the result of their next face-to-face confrontation finally being at hand?
Soldiers on the verge of going into battle would feel like this, she reasoned. There would always be a type of excitement alongside the fear.
Fear? Now, that was an odd thought. She had nothing to fear from this man.
Or did she?
Rico had said something about his being dangerous. And Rico was no fool. What kind of danger was he talking about? OK, so her date tonight was an Arab sheikh with perhaps more primitive ways in treating women he fancied than most men of the Western world. And yes, he still fancied her, despite what she was wearing tonight. His eyes were like hot coals on her face and body.
So much for her dressing down for the occasion, came the irritable thought. If anything, he seemed to desire her even more without her curves being on display.
But surely, that was all he could realistically do. Desire her. As private as this alcove was, it was hardly conducive to his ravishing her during tonight’s dinner date, especially without her consent. One little scream and people would come running.
No, she had nothing to fear about this evening, except her own silly behaviour. Just keep your temper, she lectured herself. And your cool. Then, in three hours’ time, you can leave and never see this infernal man ever again.
His rising from his chair as she approached the table startled her. She hadn’t expected such a gentlemanly gesture from him.
‘Good evening, Charmaine,’ he said with a slight nod of his head of perfectly groomed black hair. Quite wavy on top, it was. And thick and clean and shining. The kind of hair that would be a joy to touch.
Charmaine was taken aback by this most alien thought. She never found joy any more in touching any part of any man. And here she was, thinking about running her fingers through this man’s hair. The very idea!
‘You look…lovely,’ he added, that dark, desire-filled gaze of his never leaving her face.
Charmaine was grateful that the maître d’ chose that moment to pull out her chair so she could occupy herself sitting down rather than answering the sheikh. He sat down also, but his eyes stayed glued to her with merciless intent.
The maître d’ made a production of picking up her linen serviette, shaking it out of its creative folds then placing it across her lap before making his way round the table and doing the same for the sheikh.
‘Your personal waiter for this evening will be along shortly, Your Highness,’ he said with a deferential bow towards the prince before hurrying off, leaving them temporarily alone.
For the life of her, Charmaine could not think of a thing to say. She was still rattled by wanting to touch the sheikh’s hair. A few seconds of awkward silence ticked away and she longed for their waiter to appear.
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