Ruling Sheikh, Unruly Mistress. Susan Stephens
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girl teased her.
They had left the bar and headed back to the chalet for their skis to satisfy Razi’s whim to expend a small part of his energy skiing down the black slope with just the ultra-lights on their helmets to show them the way. With precipices on either side and at the speeds they travelled it was like playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun that had no bullets missing. It was both exhilarating and dangerous. Irresponsible, maybe, but it had left him on a high. The five of them had been doing this since school when they had first climbed out of a chalet window at midnight, leaving the school masters on the trip snoring. These days Razi pleased himself. He owned the chalet and could leave by the front door, but the thrill had not diminished.
They were all down safely, but with adrenalin surging through his veins he still had energy to burn.
‘Champagne?’ Theo suggested.
‘Lead me to it,’ Razi agreed, snapping off his skis in anticipation of a short stroll to his favourite bar.
‘Do you think we could drop by the chalet? Let Lucy know what we’re up to? Invite her along?’ Tom questioned with a knowing wink.
As Razi might have anticipated, this drew comment from the other men. They were experienced men of the world, but they had all seen something in Lucy—just as he had. His hackles rose. ‘Lay off her, boys,’ he warned, lifting off his helmet. ‘You could all see Lucy was overwhelmed when we rocked up.’
This drew a second chorus of knowing smirks, which he ignored. ‘The least we can do is give her a chance to get used to us.’
‘To you, don’t you mean?’
He refused to dignify Theo’s comment with a reply.
Tom drew alongside him to observe discreetly, ‘That’s extremely thoughtful of you…’
‘It’s nothing.’ Razi dismissed the comment with an impatient gesture. ‘Lucy was fine when we left and she’s probably asleep by now. She also left food on the table at the chalet, so if we need anything to eat later we can rustle up something for ourselves.’
‘Just like the old days,’ Theo agreed, coming up on his other side.
Not at all like the old days, Razi’s exchange of glances with Tom confirmed. This trip was not the same as the trips they had enjoyed in their carefree teenage years, but the briefest of stops before the weight of responsibility tied each one of them in their different ways. But for all their machismo they were up to the task, Razi concluded, taking a look around his friends. ‘Last one to the bar buys the drinks.’
Impossible to imagine their fortunes could be counted in billions as the four friends jostled and wrestled their way across the piste.
Okay, so this was it. But she needed an urgent trip to the ladies’ room first…
‘No looking back,’ the girls warned Lucy as they accompanied her to the stage.
‘I feel sick.’
‘There’s a fire bucket in the wings,’ one of the girls pointed out helpfully.
‘I can’t remember the words.’
‘You don’t have to remember the words,’ the girls reminded her in chorus. ‘This is karaoke, Luce.’
‘What if I can’t see the screen?’
‘We’ll sing along with you.’
‘What if I can’t hear you?’
‘You’ll hear us,’ they promised.
The compére was already on stage, waiting for the crowd to quieten so he could introduce Lucy. Would they ever quieten enough to hear her? It seemed unlikely, thank goodness. Freeing herself from her supporters, Lucy stepped reluctantly up to the red curtain someone had hastily drawn across the makeshift stage and peered through. She couldn’t see anything; the light was so bright—much better backstage in the dark where no one could see her. ‘Couldn’t I sing from back here?’
‘That’s a no, then,’ Lucy muttered as her friends exclaimed in protest.
She wished the spotlights weren’t quite so bright, or so well aimed. She felt nervous, hot and scared—and desperate not to let the side down.
‘There is one positive.’
‘A positive?’ the girls encouraged as she fought for breath.
‘Yes, I can’t make out any faces in the crowd—I took out my contact lenses,’ she managed on a gasp, breathing deeply into lungs that seemed suddenly on fire.
All she could hear now were whistles, shouts and catcalls. The compére had succeeded in whipping the crowd up to fever pitch just in time for her appearance. Great. The position of the fire bucket had never held such colossal significance.
‘You’ll be all right once you get on stage,’ the girls assured her, hands poised on Lucy’s shoulders in readiness to push her on.
She didn’t have time to think about it. Blundering through the curtain, she was instantly deafened by the booming bass on the backing track and blinded by the lights. She put up her arm to shield her eyes and in doing so missed the introduction. The crowd was silent like a fierce beast preparing to pounce and rip her into shreds, while she stood curled in a protective huddle in the middle of the stage, spotlights illuminating her humiliation, while her backing track moved inexorably on.
Somewhere in the distance she heard the girls shouting her name…
It was no good. She couldn’t do it—not even for them. Blinking like a mole, she realised with horror that she couldn’t see or hear anything, let alone sing…
Clenching her fists with determination, she forced herself to make a tremulous start, and no one was more surprised than Lucy when her voice gradually gained in confidence and strengthened as the beauty of the melody overpowered her fears. She had insisted on singing a love song when everyone had begged her to sing an upbeat number, and, what with the poignancy of the words and the beauty of the music, she only had to imagine Mac and she was away.
She would never have believed she could enjoy herself so much on stage—even the crowd had silenced in appreciation. They’d gathered round her and many of them were arm in arm as they stared up at her, listening. Discovering she could lose herself in music was a magical experience…Thinking about Mac made it perfect.
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