Untouched Until Her Ultra-Rich Husband
He wasn’t happy. She could tell and lowered her lashes, feeling like a burden.
“I’m s—”
His phone buzzed again and he swore. “I have to take this. They’re packing for us. We’ll leave shortly.”
“Where are we going?”
“Safari.” He swiped to accept his call.
“Safari! Where?”
“Africa. Where else do you go on safari?”
* * *
Eight hours later, his sound-barrier-defying jet landed them in Tanzania. They climbed aboard a helicopter for another hour, but it passed quickly as she kept her nose pressed to the glass, viewing herds of zebras and wildebeests, elephants and antelope and giraffes from above.
Then they were on the ground, traveling by Jeep, passing within a few hundred meters of more animals, pausing beside a waterhole where muddy hippos wallowed and yawned.
Their driver did most of the talking. Gabriel wore mirrored aviator sunglasses and stretched his arm behind her seat, both tense and relaxed. Each time she smiled in wonder at him, she found him watching her and her heart skipped and bounced in reaction.
He must think her so foolish, snapping her neck around as she tried to take it all in, but if she didn’t immerse herself in the spectacle around them, she would grow too conscious of his thigh splayed near her own. Or the way she would only have to slide down a little in her seat to nestle into that space beneath his arm.
He had told her they were staying in a camp, but despite the grass-pressed mud walls and thatched roofs, the collection of buildings was as luxurious as his supersonic airplane. They were shown through the main lodge where a dining room was set with china and crystal. A sturdy suspension bridge took them across a wide, shallow stream where crocodiles lurked. Strange birdcalls followed them into the open air of their raised villa. It had three bedrooms, each with a bed canopied in mosquito netting and a deck with a view across the Serengeti.
As she watched the setting sun streak glorious magenta and scarlet, indigo and marigold across the horizon, she heard the noise of ice shifting in a bucket behind her. She turned to see Gabriel in the shadowed lounge behind her, heard him peel the foil from the bottle he held.
“Do you want to put the light on?” she asked.
“Not yet. You make an interesting optical illusion standing there so still. Like a black hole in the shape of a woman cut from a piece of painted paper.”
It was an innocuous thing to say, but knowing he’d been looking at her again made wires of tension tighten inside her.
“I’d forgotten what a big place the world really is.” She looked out again, watching the last of the light fade. “It’s as noisy as the city here, but in a different way, which makes it seem quiet. I feel small and remote and I should probably be terrified to be so far from civilization, but I just feel...calm.”
The cork popped.
She chuckled at the incongruous, yet perfect timing. “Maybe not that far from civilization.”
“No,” he agreed.
She had the feeling his efficient staff packed “civilization” for him the way anyone else remembered a toothbrush.
“We should take this to the plunge pool. Cool off before dinner,” he suggested as she came in to take a glass.
“I’d love that. I feel all sweaty. I’ll change and join you there.”
Not ready to walk out in, essentially, a bra and panties, she chose a tankini. The bottoms were black short shorts, the top a formfitting print that tied behind her neck. Bright swirls of neon twisted over and under the cups, accentuating her bust.
The small pool was situated in a grotto-like private balcony off the master bedroom, which Gabriel was using. Four torches cast flickering light and left a citrus scent in the air that she suspected were meant to discourage insects. Gabriel was in the water, his arms stretched along the edges, hair wet and slicked back from his face.
She tiptoed down the steps into the cool water, sipped her champagne and set it on the edge. And wondered how awkward the next week would be, trying to make conversation with a man who expressed so little.
“You would think they would situate the pool so guests could watch the sun set,” she murmured, seeing nothing but bush around them.
“The privacy allows for suits to be optional.”