The Prince of Pleasure by Sandra Marton

Author:Sandra Marton [Marton, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00A6ROZ12
Published: 2012-11-12T22:00:00+00:00

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Dinner was perfect.

An elegant meal in an elegant setting, everything absolutely delicious, from the onion soup to the broiled lobster, straight through to the banana pecan cake.

Unfortunately, Khan ate without tasting any of it.

All he could think about was Laurel.

She was wearing her hair up, gathered in a loose topknot, soft tendrils framing her face. The sapphires sparkled at her throat.

"I'll be very careful with them," she'd assured him, as he stood behind her and clasped the necklace at the nape of her neck.

"Because?"

"Because we mustn't let anything happen to them." She'd turned in his arms and smiled up at him. "Only the Emperor of the Universe could sweet-talk a jeweler into lending him such a beautiful necklace for the evening."

Nobody had lent him the necklace.

He'd bought it for her, knowing it would be just right against her skin, against the blue of her eyes. But he knew better than to tell her that until later.

Until he had told her something else, something he had not imagined he would tell any woman…

"A penny," she said, smiling at him across the rim of her wine glass.

Khan reached for her free hand.

"You undervalue my thoughts.""

She gave a soft laugh. "Such certainty, my lord Khan?"

"Yes," he said, looking into her eyes.

Her brows rose. "That's it? You're going to leave me in the dark?"

His smile was slow and so filled with promise it made her breathless.

"I cannot imagine leaving you at all."

Her heart thudded. She felt the same about him, but everything was happening so fast…

"Sir? Miss? Would you like to see the dessert menu?"

A muscle knotted in Khan's jaw.

"No, thank you," he said politely." He pushed back his chair, got to his feet, dropped a handful of bills on the table, and held out his hand to Laurel. "At least," he said his lips at her ear, "not the kind that is on the menu here."

He led her out of the restaurant, to where Jamal waited in the black Mercedes, and drew up the privacy screen as soon as they were inside.

Then he took her in his arms.

"I have a surprise."

"Another one?" she smiled. "It can't be as good as this dress, or the necklace, or that amazing meal."

"Well," he said, solemnly, "that all depends on your point of view." He paused. "Do you remember, I told Adele I wanted the house immediately?"

Laurel's face lit. "I didn't think she'd be able to do it!'

"I told you," he said, and grinned, "there truly are times it's good to be a sheikh."

'So, we're heading for all those bisque shepherdesses? The cherubs? The drapes that would have done Scarlett O'Hara proud?"

"All of that, yes."

Her lips curved. "And no reporters."

"No."

"No photographers?"

"Not a one."

"If I'm relieved," she said, sighing, "I can only imagine how you must feel."

"Happy," he said, and it occurred to him how remarkable that was. He had been too busy these past months even to consider being happy.

"Mmm." She snuggled against him, put her face into the curve of his shoulder, inhaled the delicious scents of man and soap.

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