Your Highness, for not staying around to discuss your proposition, but I’m not into threesomes,’ she said, her voice as biting as a nuclear winter.
His only response was to lift his eyebrows as if he found her reaction amusing.
Lexi’s temper simmered. She looked at Tania, who had at least draped the sheet more strategically around her naked body, and back at Kadir. ‘You bastard. She’s just a kid. Is that how you get your kicks?’
His eyes glittered with anger, but Lexi did not give him a chance to speak. She despised him, and at that moment she despised herself for her weakness. Dear heaven, she had actually wanted him to kiss her! Even now, as she wheeled away from him and marched across the room, her legs trembled and she had to fight the urge to turn her head and look at him one last time, to imprint his outrageously gorgeous facial features on her mind. Pride prevailed and she walked out of the door, closing it with a decisive snap behind her.
KADIR WATCHED LEXI HOWARD across the ballroom and felt a slow burn of desire in the pit of his stomach. She was startlingly beautiful, and he noticed that many of the other party guests glanced at her more than once. There was something almost ethereal about her ash-blonde hair, swept up into a chignon tonight, and her peaches and cream complexion. Her fine bone structure, with those high cheekbones, was simply exquisite. She was an English rose, combining cool elegance with understated sensuality in her short black dress and her endlessly long legs and high-heeled black shoes.
If he was a betting man he would lay money that she was wearing stockings. Kadir’s nostrils flared as he visualised her wrapping her legs around his back, wearing the stockings and stilettos—and nothing else!
He frowned and altered his position in an effort to ease the hard throb of his arousal. It was a long time since he’d felt so intensely turned on by a woman, especially by a woman who clearly disliked him. In fact it had never happened to him before. Since his youth, women had thrown themselves at him.
Perhaps it was simply the novelty of Lexi Howard’s frosty attitude that intrigued him. His mind flew to those few moments in his hotel room when he had nearly kissed her. What had started out as an amusing game had quickly and unexpectedly turned into something darker and hotter when he’d seen the invitation in her eyes.
He wondered what would have happened if the teenager Tania Stewart, who had followed him around like a lovesick puppy while he had been staying at her father’s hotel, had not made her spectacular appearance. Kadir knew he would have covered Lexi’s mouth with his and tasted her—and she would have let him. Instead, she had treated him like a pariah. His jaw clenched. The scalding fury that had been responsible for him gunning his sports car up the motorway still simmered inside him like the smouldering embers of a fire.
‘I see you’re looking at my future sister-in-law.’
Kadir’s bland expression gave away none of his thoughts as he turned his head towards the man standing beside him. Charles Fairfax’s face had the ruddy hue of a man who was on his fifth gin punch, even though it was still early in the evening. ‘I’d better warn you, old man. You won’t get any joy there. A couple of my friends have tried and reported that Lexi Howard is a frigid bitch. It’s no surprise her fiancé dumped her. The guy was lucky the ice queen didn’t freeze his balls off.’ Charles laughed, evidently finding his schoolboy attempt at humour funny.
Charles had always been a pain in the backside when they had been at school, Kadir mused, fixing a smile on his lips to disguise his temptation to rearrange Charles’s nondescript features with his fist. In truth, he was puzzled by his violent reaction to the Englishman’s crude comments, and his desire to defend Lexi Howard. At Eton College he had never considered Charles Fairfax to be a close friend but, thanks to social media, he had remained in touch with many of his fellow students from his school days. Networking was always useful, and when Lexi had mentioned her sister’s engagement party Kadir had known that there was only one Lord and Lady Fairfax living in Henley-on-Thames.
His eyes strayed across the room to where Lexi was chatting to a petite woman with a mass of dark brown hair and wearing a dress in an unflattering shade of acid-yellow. It was curious that the Howard sisters were so unalike, he thought.
He saw Lexi glance around the room and stiffen when she noticed him. From across the ballroom he felt waves of hostility emanating from her, challenging him, exciting him. Kadir felt his heart jolt against his ribs. He held Lexi’s gaze as he raised his glass to her, before he sipped his Virgin Mary, feeling the peppery warmth of the drink heat his blood.
* * *
‘Do you think I look fat in this dress? I wish I could wear black like you but it makes my skin look sallow.’
Lexi forced her mind from the humiliating spectacle that had taken place in Sultan Kadir of Zenhab’s hotel suite earlier and concentrated on her sister. ‘You look lovely,’ she said, in what she hoped was a convincing voice.
Athena’s face brightened. ‘Lady Fairfax helped me to choose my dress. She said the colour suits me.’
‘Did she?’ Lexi suspected that Charles Fairfax’s mother had her reasons for persuading Athena to wear the ghastly yellow satin dress. Charles was her only son and would eventually become the next Lord Fairfax, and Lexi had overheard several party guests comment that Charles’s parents wished him to marry a woman with a title.
Athena fiddled with the large satin bow on her shoulder. ‘I wish I looked elegant and sophisticated like you,’ she blurted. ‘You would be a much better wife for Charlie than me. You would know how to talk to people at dinner parties, and you’d never spill your wine or drop your spoon into the soup. I’m so clumsy. Sometimes I think Charlie finds me an embarrassment.’
Lexi frowned. ‘You can’t help being short-sighted. Charlie should be more supportive. Presumably he asked you to marry him because he loves you, not because he wants you to be his unpaid social hostess.’ She gave her sister an exasperated look and was tempted to ask Athena why she had agreed to marry Charles, who was a wimp with a distinctly spiteful side to his nature. ‘To be honest, I’m not convinced that he’s the right man for you.’
‘Maybe you’re jealous that I’m getting married and you’re not.’ Athena bit her lip. ‘I’m sorry, Lexi. That was a horrible thing to say. It’s just that since you broke up with Steven you’ve pushed people away more than ever, including Mum and Dad...and me.’
‘I was over Steven a long time ago,’ Lexi said curtly. ‘I don’t push people away.’ She remembered the coastguard commander Roger Norris’s comment that she came across as intimidating. ‘I admit I’m independent, but I had to be when I was growing up. I always knew I had been adopted, but you are Marcus and Veronica’s own daughter and it was natural that they doted on you.’
Athena looked as though she was going to cry and Lexi silently cursed her runaway tongue. It wasn’t her sister’s fault that she had been the favourite child.
‘Mum and Dad are really proud of you, and they’re always telling people that you were a pilot in the RAF and received an award for bravery for your work in Afghanistan. They wanted to catch up with you tonight, but they couldn’t make the party because their cruise was booked ages ago.
‘I’m sure Mum and Dad wish I was as clever as you,’ Athena admitted. ‘They are both doctors and I suppose they naturally assumed I would be academic like them. They even named me after the Greek goddess of wisdom, for heaven’s sake! I know
