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He gave a brief nod, as if partially mollified by her diplomatic reply. ‘Go on,’ he said. ‘Tell me about yourself.’

She drew in a deep breath. ‘I wrote an essay about Beyhajhi which caused some excitement in the academic world and I was called to your embassy by the then Ambassador, who wanted to speak to me about it. He offered me a job right there and then—cataloguing, translating and preserving the beautiful manuscripts which your father had collected and rescued from the country during his life. To be honest...’ And for the first time that day, Jane properly relaxed as she remembered how that job offer had felt. As if everything had slotted into place. As if for the first time in her life, she was exactly where she was supposed to be. ‘It was my dream job,’ she admitted, with a smile. ‘And I leapt at the chance.’

Zayed stilled, momentarily taken aback by the impact of that unexpected smile. Why, it made her face light up as if it had been illuminated by sunshine. For the very first time he noticed that her eyes were the colour of caramel and that her enthusiasm had made them gleam, like the most precious amber. Why the hell didn’t she smile like that more often, instead of walking around with such an uptight and prissy expression?

But she was prissy, he reminded himself—and that was exactly why she was perfect for the role he had in mind. He didn’t want an attractive woman who flashed her eyes and her body at him, who might tempt him into sex. He wanted a brief, businesslike marriage in order to attain Dahabi Makaan for his people—and then a swift termination of their non-consummated union.

‘You love my country, don’t you?’ he questioned suddenly.

‘Absolutely,’ she said simply.

‘Yet you have never visited it before?’

‘No. I haven’t.’

She attempted another smile but this time it was more of a grimace, he noted.

‘But you would like to?’

She looked at him with the expression of a child on a boiling hot day who had just been asked whether they would like an ice cream. ‘Of course I would. But I can’t just go. I would need to be invited. I’d need to have somewhere to stay. And anyway,’ she added, her face crumpling as if she’d just remembered something, ‘I can’t afford it.’

‘But if you were invited,’ he said slowly, ‘and if money were no object, you would go.’

A trace of impatience entered her intelligent eyes. ‘Obviously.’

‘Than I think we can be of service to one another.’

She frowned. ‘I’m getting increasingly confused, Your Royal Highness. You invited me out for dinner and I’m still not sure why. Won’t you tell me what your purpose was for asking me here tonight?’

He nodded, reminding himself that he needed to be stern and to lay down all the guidelines right from the beginning. She needed to be made aware of the honour he was about to bestow on her. ‘I need a wife,’ he said simply. ‘And you are the perfect candidate.’

CHAPTER THREE

JANE STARED ACROSS the candlelit table in astonishment, for a moment thinking she might have misheard him, but the expression on the Sheikh’s face told her it was no mistake. Through the flicker of the candle’s flames his mouth was unsmiling and his black eyes were flat and unwavering as they fixed her in their gaze. She found herself thinking that if it wasn’t a mistake then maybe it was some elaborate kind of joke which nobody had bothered to tell her about. A man like Zayed proposing marriage? To her?

‘How can I possibly be the perfect candidate to be your wife?’ she questioned defensively, as it occurred to her that he might be making fun of her. ‘When everyone knows you’ve dated some of the most beautiful women in the world and I am nothing but one of your lowly outreach employees!’

‘You are a most valued employee,’ he said carefully.

‘But an employee all the same—not one of your many girlfriends!’ She glared at him. ‘What kind of mischief is this you make with your words, Your Royal Highness?’

He looked taken aback by her accusation and that pleased her—it made her feel as if she was in possession of at least some control in a life which was currently very short of it. Her nerves were already shot with worry about Cleo, without the added headache of having to work out what sort of game the arrogant Sheikh was playing with his verbal riddles.

‘It is not mischief,’ he said slowly, ‘but a genuine need to find myself a wife as quickly as possible.’

‘But I’m not—’

‘Yes, I know,’ he put in impatiently. ‘You fulfil none of the criteria which would naturally be expecte

d of my bride. You are not royal, nor rich, nor beautiful—’

Her heart contracted. ‘Is this some sort of character assassination?’

‘No,’ he said simply. ‘It is the truth. And the very qualities which make you unsuitable—also make you the perfect candidate to be my bride.’

‘You’re still not making any sense,’ she said.

‘Then let me spell it out for you as simply as I can.’ He leaned back, thoroughly at home in the sumptuous private room of his members’ club. ‘You are aware of the recent death of my maternal grandfather?’

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