“I’ll come see you when I return from the hospital.”
“Not necessary. You’ve much to do, and I have my work. I’m not here on vacation, I do have a job to do.”
He didn’t look happy. “I’ll have dinner sent to your suite.”
“I’m the last one you need to worry about. Just go.”
He gave her a long look and then walked out, white robes flowing, broad shoulders very straight. Rou watched him a moment and then, trying not to think of the kiss, or the strange tenderness of her lips, or of the way her blood still felt thick and hot in her veins, gathered her notebooks and profiles and headed back to her room.
CHAPTER FIVE
AS THE limousine pulled away from the hospital, Zayed tipped his head against the leather seat and closed his eyes. Now that he knew his mother was fine, that she’d only collapsed to force him to her side, he could turn his attention to other matters. Like the coronation ceremony. And the wife he still needed—a wife his mother said she could conjure tomorrow if need be. And Rou.
Rou.
Why did he kiss her? What on earth possessed him to kiss Rou Tornell? Dr. Tornell?
She wasn’t a woman he’d ever found particularly attractive. He hadn’t ever wanted to kiss her, and yet the kiss …
The kiss surprised him. It was hot.
Explosive.
Nothing like he’d imagined. But then she wasn’t quite what he’d imagined, either.
And she’d known about his e-mail to Sharif following Pippa’s wedding. She knew he’d rejected her, and while he didn’t recall the exact words he’d used, he knew the tone of his e-mail had probably been sarcastic, if not mocking.
Zayed winced in the darkness. He shouldn’t have behaved so unkindly. He certainly hadn’t meant to hurt her. If anything, he’d been making a dig at Sharif. Sharif and his geeky little protégée. Sharif and all his lost causes.
Zayed briefly closed his eyes, ashamed of himself. But this was nothing new. He lived with shame. He’d brought the curse on himself. It was his actions that had cursed them all.
The guilt was often unbearable and for the past fifteen years he’d tried to destroy himself, make dust out of dust but nothing he did, nothing he took, nothing he tried worked. He failed at failing. God wouldn’t let him die.
But God didn’t let him live, either.
Instead, his world was one of jaded material pleasures—fast cars, fast times, fast women. He indulged every whim, partook of every vice, and enjoyed none of it.
But now he was back in Isi, Sarq’s capital city, back in the place he’d grown up. He was here to take the place of his brother. Here to make amends. If he could make amends.
If only he could break the curse. Save what was left of his family.
If only.
Ten minutes later, the limousine turned down the long drive leading to the palace gates. Zayed shifted restlessly.
He’d have to go see Rou. He’d told her he’d stop by when he returned. If only he hadn’t kissed her.
If only he’d kept his distance he wouldn’t have discovered that her icy scientist image was just a facade.
Slim, blond Rou Tornell wasn’t a cold-blooded scientist. She was a woman. A woman he’d very much enjoyed kissing.
Back at the palace, Zayed headed straight to Rou’s suite. The lights were still on and, descending the steps into her sunken living room, he saw the living room was empty but a series of heavy silver trays covered the low table. He lifted the lids on the dishes, discovering little pots of aromatic rice; plates of grilled, skewered meats; a copper bowl of sizzling, sautéed prawns; platters of steamed, seasoned fish; cooked vegetable dishes of potatoes, peas and artichoke hearts. All untouched. Had she eaten nothing?
He was just about to walk out when he heard a rustle of paper. Turning, he spotted her at her desk. She’d fallen asleep while working, her right hand still on the keyboard, her left arm and cheek resting on her stack of notebooks.
Zayed took a step toward her and then another. She still wore that hideous gray suit, but her hair was unpinned and it spilled over her arm in a sheet of silver and pale gold. Asleep, her face was soft, her lips full and curved. Asleep, she looked alarmingly vulnerable.
He never took advantage of vulnerable women. He never took advantage of any woman.
Why had he kissed her?
Perplexed, he nearly left her as she was, but then guilt battered his conscience. She was here because he’d asked for her help. The least he could do was send her to bed.
He placed a light hand on her shoulder. “Dr. Tornell, wake up. You need to go to bed.”
She barely stirred and didn’t waken. He touched her shoulder again, shook her gently. “Rou.”
This time his voice registered and she sleepily lifted her head to look at him. “Hi.”
Hi. So American, so informal, so unlike who he thought Rou Tornell was.
His gaze skimmed her bare face, with the soft, full mouth and the long eyelashes that were surprisingly dark and thick. Without thinking he brushed the side of his hand across her cheek. Her skin was as warm and soft as it looked. “It’s after midnight. Time for you to go to bed.”
She sat up abruptly, remembering. “How’s your mom?”
“Brittle. Hysterical. Exhausting.” He shrugged. “But then she’s always been that way.”
She yawned and pushed a wave of pale hair from her face, her cheeks still flushed pink from sleep. “That doesn’t sound very nice.”
“She’s not what I’d call nice.”
Rou now frowned. “You don’t have a good relationship with her?”
He sat down on a corner of the desk. “Tonight was the first time I’d seen her in years.”
“Why?”
“She’s controlling. Manipulative. I saw how she treated Sharif and his family. Vowed I’d never allow that in my life.”
“But you went to her tonight?”
He made a soft, rough sound. “She’s my mother.”
Rou’s lips twisted. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were a good man.”
He smiled crookedly. “Fortunately, you do.”
“Fortunately.”
Zayed felt a tug in his chest. The tug was strong and it almost hurt. “I am sorry about earlier—”
“Forgotten.”
