Born Royal. ALEXANDRA SELLERS
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with icy sarcasm.
Rashid looked at her in level scrutiny, ignoring her outburst. He took a step closer. “How are you, Julia?” She seemed well, with softer curves than when he had last seen her. But the shadow in her eyes as she looked at him was the same.
The scent of her perfume was a sudden, sharp reminder of that wild night when passion had nearly wrecked all his careful plans. In the months since, he had found ways to explain what had happened. His reaction had been a simple side effect of the dangerous enterprise he had been about to embark upon, he had told himself. Men going to war had always been prey to such reactions—the universal unconscious compulsion to leave some trace of his genes in the world before he left it had seized him, that was all.
But that did not explain his reaction to her now—the need to hold her, to wrap her in safety. He reached for her with impatient arms.
She stepped back, evading his embrace.
“All the worse for seeing you!” she retorted.
Rashid’s head snapped back as if a cat had scratched his cheek without warning.
“The worse for seeing me? Why?”
“Why did you tell that Messenger journalist we were engaged?” she demanded.
“The real reason?”
“Of course, the real reason!”
“I thought there was a chance it would go over better with your people if I gave the exclusive to a Montebello paper. I’ve heard it’s going down very well.”
Julia gritted her teeth. “You know perfectly well what I mean! What did you say it for? What’s your agenda?”
He frowned. “What’s yours?”
She wasn’t sure why she was so furious suddenly. “My agenda? That’s simple—to have a baby. With the least possible media intrusion on the event, if you wouldn’t mind!”
“There’ll be a lot less room for speculation and innuendo once we’re married.”
Julia jerked backwards as if he had burned her. She opened her mouth twice, like a fish. “Married?” she whispered faintly. “What—you—we can’t get married!”
The sparkle abruptly left his dark eyes. He had hoped—he had felt almost certain of her support in his plans, if no one else’s.
“Can’t we?”
Julia bit her lip and gazed at him, trying to figure him out. She had been convinced what he had done was merely another move in some elaborate game plan. A game plan in which she was a pawn who would be sacrificed when necessary.
“You seriously imagine that we might get married?”
He watched her, his dark eyes unreadable. She still didn’t believe it. She wished he would tell her what he really wanted. This was making her very uncomfortable.
“Why not?”
“Your name is Kamal. Mine is Sebastiani.”
“We managed to make a baby, nevertheless.”
Julia’s cheeks burned at this calculated reminder of what she had let happen. “Everybody’s allowed to go out of their tiny mind once.”
“Is that what you call it?”
“What do you call it?” she challenged.
He looked at her. Looked at the rich dark hair, the delicate skin moulding fine bones, the wide mouth that seemed to tremble with the passage of every feeling. Her long neck holding her head like a flower on a stem, and the soft, fresh skin of her throat. The slender body, with its high, lush breasts, fuller now than what his hands remembered. The slim hips, curving thighs, fine ankles. Shoes to match her suit and her pink mouth.
His examination left her shaking with a kind of fury.
“I call it going out of my tiny mind,” he admitted. “But why only once?”
She swallowed, her eyes widening at the implication. “You—” she began, half-panicked.
He stepped forward with his hands outstretched to grip her arms. Julia avoided the touch by backing up. Her knees bumped up against the sofa, and she sat down with less grace than she was known for. He stood looking down at her, his eyes dark and assessing. She moved her shoulders nervously.
“You are pregnant with my child. You must have been expecting this.”
“Expecting an offer of marriage?” she repeated disbelievingly. “From the man whose father used every opportunity to accuse me of having slept with you in order to murder you? I’m afraid not!”
She stiffened as Rashid sank down beside her. “I am sorry,” he said. “But you must see I had no control over this. We were working to stop the Brothers of Darkness. There was nothing I could do to set the record straight, without jeopardizing the whole enterprise.”
“Set the record straight? Why would you do that?” she cried. “You’d worked so hard to get me where I was!”
“Worked?” he repeated with a half smile. “You really were a virgin, weren’t you? That wasn’t work, Julia.”
She bit her lip as humiliation flooded her. What a fool she had made of herself with him. And how cruel of him to mock her.
“And how could I have known that you would get pregnant?”
“You knew damned well you were going to disappear that night, though, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Yes. And you arranged it so that I was the last person to see you ‘alive.’ I wonder if you can imagine what’s it’s like to have some very polite police detectives asking you in the kindest terms about the feud your families have been waging for the past century and how strongly you feel about it!”
“It was no part of my plan to incriminate you. Is that what you’ve been thinking? No. It was completely wrong of me to—” he paused and reached out a finger to stroke back a tendril of hair from her temple “—to allow myself to make love to you. But you know what inducement I had, Julia.”
“Inducement? I never—”
His voice changed, turning into a seductive growl as he reminded them both. His fingers caught the delicate curl of her hair, stopping her as she tried to move her head away.
The memory of his touch rippled over her skin.
“You were irresistible. So beautiful. You called my name, and I was lost.”
She struggled to subdue the heat his voice summoned up in her. She could not bear it if he made her look a fool again.
“If it hadn’t been for Lucas’s d-disappearance…” Julia choked. She felt the tears burn again, undermining her. Even now she could not say the word. Like her father, she couldn’t apply the word death to Lucas.
She burned with humiliation. “Yes, all right, I threw myself at you! But if Lucas…if I hadn’t been so distraught over my brother, you wouldn’t have got near me,” she finished.
“It should not have happened,” Rashid agreed, with an edge to his otherwise calm voice. “But it did happen, and we are left with the results. What is the benefit in arguing over how we got where we are? The important thing now—”
“It might help to clear the air!” Julia exclaimed.
“Damn it, what is unclear?”
“What is unclear is what can be feeding your delusion that we are going to get married! Or what you thought gave you the right to undermine me with the announcement of our engagement!”
“Undermine you? Julia, I came home to a barrage of media speculation that I was going to repudiate you and your claim to be carrying my child. My first thought was to protect