The Desert Sheikh's Captive Wife

‘You received it when we visited your mother. That was Morrison you spoke to on the phone regarding the bill that required payment, wasn’t it?’

She nodded uncomfortably.

Dark deep-set eyes very direct in gaze, Rashad spread lean, shapely hands in a very expressive movement. ‘It shames me that you would not come to me for help and support with this matter.’

‘And rake up that cage business again? I’d sooner have died!’ Tilda told him with a feeling shudder. ‘I suppose that you already know that I paid Scott five thousand pounds?’

‘Yes, and there’s no hope of retrieving it, either. He’s spent it.’ Rashad grimaced with distaste. ‘He’s a nasty specimen, but he would never have dared to trouble you, had you come to me with his attempt to blackmail you. He’s scared of me.’

‘There’s no real photos of me dancing in that cage…you’re sure?’ Tilda prompted, because she was still concerned and could not quite accept as yet that the threat had been removed.

‘Certain.’

‘I feel such an idiot now for having paid up.’ She sighed. ‘But I was just so horrified at the idea of some horrible sleazy-looking photo appearing in the newspapers and embarrassing you.’

‘Even if there had been a photo we would have lived it down. I am more wise and tolerant than I was when you first knew me,’ Rashad said wryly. ‘I’m not that easily embarrassed.’

Tilda was amazed at his attitude. ‘Do you mean that?’

‘Of course I do.’

‘Good. Then it’s about time that I told you that it was your friends who put me in that cage to dance. They paid the manager to get me into it because it was your birthday!’

Rashad was very much disconcerted by this revelation. Tilda quite enjoyed that turning of the tables. She told him that she had found out that Scott had been taking money from her mother for several years, and that Morrison had most likely been behind the appearance of the paparazzi at the airport that day. He looked grim but was convinced that her former stepfather would cause no further annoyance.

‘In my eyes, a husband’s most basic role is to protect his wife from harm,’ Rashad shared tautly. ‘Yet you could not trust me enough to tell me that Morrison was blackmailing you.’

‘It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you. I felt so guilty about the cage episode.’

‘You have no need to feel guilty. But perhaps you did not have enough faith in me because I have been too slow to tell you what you mean to me.’ His lean strong face was taut. ‘Five years ago, you were everything I had ever wanted in a woman. In an instant I fell deeply in love with you. That’s all it took.’

Tilda stared up at him in unconcealed surprise.

‘You were my dream, my prize after many disappointments. I had been alone a long time. But I knew you did not feel the same way as I did-’

‘Rashad,’ she broke in emotively.

‘I believed that if you had felt as much for me as I did for you, that you would have slept with me.’

Tilda was shaken by that candid admission. ‘That’s just not true. I really loved you, but I thought there was no future in it. I mean, you were going to be a king some day and I didn’t want to be hurt. I thought if I kept our relationship light that it wouldn’t hurt so much when you went back to Bakhar.’

‘I had no idea. Wasn’t it obvious that I was serious about you?’

‘No. I was also terrified you would get me pregnant,’ she admitted in a rush. ‘I had a thing about that then-Mum always seemed to fall pregnant so easily.’

Rashad cupped her face with unsteady hands. ‘If only we had talked about the things that really matter, but I didn’t know how to. I just expected you to know what was in my heart.’

‘But I did really love you an awful lot,’ Tilda told him unsteadily. ‘When you dumped me, it felt like my world had ended.’

His lustrous dark eyes were suspiciously bright and he bowed his handsome head over hers with a husky groan. ‘I adored you. I would have given up everything for you, even the throne, and I think my father knew it, which gave him more reason to fear your power over me.’

Tilda was so close to him she could barely breathe and it still wasn’t close enough. He had adored her, too? He crushed her to him and she rejoiced in his emotion.

‘In five years without you, I was never once happy again. I am ashamed to admit it, but even if you had been a gold-digger I think you would still be my wife because I love you so much.’

‘How long have you been in love with me?’

‘For five years I called it hatred. I never got over you,’ Rashad confessed in a driven undertone.