She looked up. Nick’s face gave nothing away. He looked like a man waiting for a train. Calm. Cool. Collected. Surely he wouldn’t look like that if he was waiting for her to say yes.
Heat spiraled through her, from the pit of her belly into her breasts and her face. What in hell was she thinking? She wouldn’t. In fact, she should have slapped his face at his words. The sheikh wanted a new sexual toy and he figured she’d be thrilled to discover she was it.
He wasn’t only crazy; he was insulting. She told him so, succinctly, coldly, carefully. And the SOB just smiled.
“I should have kept count of the number of times you’ve called me crazy tonig
ht.”
“Yes, you should. It might tell you something about your behavior, Lord Rashid.”
“It’s a little late for formality.”
“It’s never too late for formality and it’s certainly not too late for sanity. Did you really think I’d agree to your offer?”
“Actually,” he said, his mouth twitching just a little, “I thought you might slug me.”
“An excellent idea.” She stepped back, her hands on her hips, a look of contempt on her face. “I suppose it’s been your experience that women become delirious with joy when you offer them such a wonderful opportunity.”
Nick tucked his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know. I’ve never, ah, made the offer before.”
“Uh-huh. I’ll just bet. Nicholas al Rashid, Lion of the Desert, Heir to the Imperial Throne, Lord of the Realm…and Celibate of the Century.” She lifted a hand, examined her fingernails with care before looking at him again and flashing a toothy smile. “You never asked a woman to be your mistress?”
“No.” He leaned back against the edge of the desk, crossed his feet at the ankles. “Usually the relationship simply…develops.”
“Ah. You usually show a bit more finesse.” She smiled brightly. “How nice.”
Clearly, her sarcasm didn’t impress him. He shrugged, his expression unchanging.
“Our situation is different. It called for a bolder move.” His eyes, silver as rain, met hers. “You want a commission.” The quiet tone in his voice changed just a little, took on a husky edge. “I want you.”
Say something, Amanda told herself. Tell him he’s being offensive, that he can’t go around saying things like this to women. But he wasn’t saying it to “women,” he was saying it to her. She was the one he wanted. And she, heaven help her, and she…
Stop it!
She stood up straighter, cocked her chin and flashed a cool smile. “I see. You get a night in the sack. I get a job.”
“No.”
“Don’t ‘no’ me, Lord Rashid.” Amanda’s tone hardened. “That’s what you said. I’ll sleep with you, and you’ll give me a job. Do you have any idea how incredibly insulting and sleazy that offer is?”
Nick sighed and shook his head. “You’re never going to make a success of—what was it? Benning Designs?”
“You’re wrong. I’ll make a huge success of it and I’ll do it without accepting your charming proposition,” she said caustically, “because I’m good. Damn good.”
“You won’t succeed,” he said calmly, “unless you learn to pay attention.” He folded his arms, lowered his chin, looked at her as if she’d just flunked the final exam in her business administration course. “I didn’t say I wanted to sleep with you. I said I wanted you to be my mistress.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“Not at all.” Nick smiled coolly. “Sleeping with you would mean an hour of pleasure. Taking you as my mistress means pleasure for as long as our desire for each other lasts.”
Heat seeped into her blood again, warmed her flesh and turned her bones to jelly. How could he talk so calmly about such a thing? Odder still, how could she hear those calm words and feel as if he were touching her skin?
“Either way, I’m not going to do it. I’d never trade my body for your checkbook.”
“And a lovely body it is,” Nick said, and uncoiled from the edge of the desk.
Amanda took a quick step back. The warning was there, burning in his eyes. “Nick,” she said, “wait a minute—”
Her shoulders hit the wall as he moved forward. And when he reached for her, her heart leaped like a rabbit.
“I’ll fight you,” she said in a breathless whisper. “Nick, I swear…”
His hands encircled her wrists. That was all. He didn’t kiss her, didn’t gather her to him. Just that, the feel of his fingers on the pulse points in her wrists, but it was enough to turn her body liquid with desire.
“A spectacular body,” he said softly. “And a face more beautiful than any I’ve ever seen.” Nick lowered his head. She lifted hers. Lightly, lightly, he brushed his mouth across her slightly parted lips. “But I’m not asking for either in trade.”
“No?” Amanda cleared her throat. Her voice sounded small and choked. “Then—then what’s this all about?”
His eyes fell to her lips, then returned to lock with hers. “It’s about desire,” he murmured, and he bent his head and nuzzled the hair back from her face, pressed his hot mouth against her throat.
Don’t, she thought, oh, don’t. Don’t fight. Don’t move. Don’t respond to him at all. But she trembled and made a little sound she couldn’t prevent, and she knew that her pulse leaped under the stroke of his fingers.
“We’re both intelligent adults, Amanda.”
“Exactly. That’s why I expect you to understand that what you want is impossible.”
He smiled. “Anything is possible when you really want it.”
She gave a little laugh that sounded forced even to her own ears, but it was the best she could manage at the moment. “Do you think I’m stupid? Or is that the plan, Nick? You’re going to convince me of how foolish I am unless I agree to sleep…” She took a breath. Why was she arguing with him? He wanted something. She didn’t. That was that. “Let go of me,” she said.
He did. It was what she’d wanted, but she felt chilled without his hands on her, and that was silly. The night was warm. So was the room. And yet, without Nick to hold her…
Amanda swallowed, turned her back and walked to the window. It was very late. The moon had gone down and a breeze sighed around the windows. It made the shrubs that lined the terrace tremble under its touch, just as she had trembled under Nick’s.
“You’re right,” she said, her voice low. “We’re both adults. I’m not going to be coy and pretend I don’t know what happens when you touch me. But I don’t intend to give in to it.” She took a breath, slowly let it out. “What went on in your bedroom? That wasn’t me. You probably won’t believe it, but I’ve never…I mean, no one has ever—”
“Except for me.”
He spoke from just behind her, so close that all she had to do was take a step back to be in his arms again.
“Yes.” She felt his hand move lightly over her hair and she fought back the urge to shut her eyes and give herself up to the caress. “But it won’t happen again.”
“I regret what happened, too.” His voice thickened and he cleared his throat. “I’ve never come on to a woman with so little tact. I know I should apologize, but—”
“Don’t.” She spun around, looked at him, her cheeks on fire, her eyes glittering. “You wanted honesty. Well, the truth is that we were both at fault.”
“We wanted each other. There’s no fault in that.”
“I don’t much care how you choose to explain it, Nick. It was wrong. And I’m not going to change my mind about sleeping with—”
She gasped as he pulled her to him. “I could take you to bed right now.”
“You could.” Her chin rose and her eyes locked with his. “You’re much stronger than I am.”
His eyes went flat and cold. “Do you think I’m the kind of man who takes a woman by force?”
She didn’t. She couldn’t imagine him forcing himself on a woman any more than she could imagine a woman walking away from his bed.
“No,” she whispered. “You’re right. You wouldn’t do that.”
He shifted his weight, slid his hands up her body, leaving a trail of heat in the wake of his palms.
“All I’d have to do is kiss you. Touch you. How long would it take before you’d be naked in my arms, begging me to finish what we began in my bedroom hours ago?”
“No,” she said again, but her voice trembled, and she couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Yes,” he said. “But that’s not what I want. I want more. Much more.”
He dropped his hands to his sides, turned away and walked across the small room. He stood with his back to Amanda, his ha
nds clenched in his pockets.
Earlier tonight, in his bedroom, he’d wanted nothing more than a quick, hard ride. The blonde with the golden eyes beneath him, her skin slick with heat, her head thrown back…
That would have been enough.
Later, watching her drift from group to group at the party, seeing her make the best of what he knew had to be a difficult situation, he’d smiled a little, decided it might be pleasant to spend not an hour but a night with Amanda Benning in his bed.
Deanna had caught him looking. She’d said something cutting that was meant to remind him that his loyalty was supposed to be to her, but all she’d done was make him face what he’d known, and not admitted, for weeks.
He’d had enough of Deanna.
She was beautiful, but she was proof of the old adage. Beauty was, after all, only skin-deep. And so he’d taken her aside, gently told her that they were finished, and after a scene that had been uglier than he’d expected, he’d come back into the living room, taken one look at Amanda and realized she was drunk.
“Shall I deal with the lady, Lord Rashid?” Abdul had whispered, and Nick had sighed and said no, he’d take care of it…but somewhere between the living room and his study, he’d realized that he was wrong.
One night with Amanda wouldn’t be enough.
He was hungry for her, and she was hungry for him, and only a fool would have imagined they’d have enough of each other between sunset and sunrise.
No, Nick thought, watching her face, one night wouldn’t be sufficient. He wanted time to learn all the textures and tastes of this woman’s mouth. Of the secret places of her body. She was a feast that would keep a man busy for a month of nights.
He turned and looked at her. “Have you ever gambled, Amanda?”
The sudden shift in conversation made her blink. “Gambled?”
“Yes. Did you ever bet on something?”
“No. Well, yes. I went to Las Vegas once. With my sisters. Sam played the slots. Carin played poker. I watched a roulette wheel for a while.” Her brow furrowed. “What’s this have to do with anything?”
“Indulge me,” Nick said with a smile. He sat on the edge of the desk. “Did you bet? On the wheel, I mean?”
“Eventually.”
“And?”