Maharaja's Mistress. Susan Stephens
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you’re prepared to risk it, I am…’
‘Then we have a deal.’ He turned to go.
‘Are you offering me the job?’
The uncertainty—the hope—in Mia’s voice stabbed him to the heart. ‘You’d better come through,’ he warned.
‘I will.’ She held his stare.
What had happened to them both? Mia’s injuries were obvious, but they were both profoundly changed.
‘Just one thing, Ram…’
‘Yes.’ He held her gaze, enjoying the connection between them.
‘Why are you racing cars when you should be running a country?’
He might have expected a counter-attack. ‘Ah…’ He shifted position.
‘I know, it’s none of my business—’
‘Damn right it’s not. I’ve had my finger on the pulse. I just needed one last—’
‘If you say hurrah, I’ll slap you,’ she warned him.
This time he couldn’t stop his lips pressing down with amusement. ‘Still the old Mia.’
‘Still up for a fight?’ she demanded. ‘You got that right.’ And then her cheeks blushed red as if she could read his mind. The type of fight he had in mind right now was very different from those they had indulged in when Mia was younger.
‘We should make time for you to take a proper look at the route map before you commit yourself.’
‘Not that I need to.’
But he wanted her to—and not just to ensure she knew the road.
‘Where do you suggest we do that?’ she said.
‘I’ll send for you—’
‘You’ll send for me?’
‘My driver will come and pick you up.’
‘Forget it, Ram.’
‘Do you want the job or not?’
‘I want to work alongside you as your co-driver—I have no interest in becoming part of your entourage.’
‘Make up your mind, Mia.’
Did she want the job? Would her heart slow down long enough for her to answer? Did she want a chance to return to the old days—the old ways—the fun, the heat and stress, the pace, the danger? And that was just the rallying. Did she want to spend time with Ram? ‘If you’re prepared to take your chances with a one-eyed co-driver…?’
Ram shrugged, but his gaze remained steady on her face. ‘At this short notice I’ll take whatever I can get.’
Chapter Four
THE encounter with Mia had shaken Ram beyond belief. He was outside in the fresh air now, pacing the balcony of his penthouse suite, but he had spent the first hour back at L’Hirondelle with the phone welded to his ear, issuing instructions.
He had never appreciated money and influence more. His yacht was expected in harbour within the hour, and all the other arrangements were underway. He wouldn’t abandon anyone he suspected of needing his help and he wasn’t about to walk out on Mia. The last thing she wanted from him was his pity and he didn’t need complications in his life, but Mia’s injuries had been a massive wake-up call. He’d been easing himself into taking up the reins of a country—the easy way, from a distance. He’d even ordered the building of an eco-palace, which he would pay for with his own money, and where one, as yet unspecified, day he had intended to live…
All that had been brought forward. Seeing Mia again had forced him to confront life’s bigger issues. There was no easy way for her—no long-distance solution. Mia needed close-up warmth and support, just as his people needed him in the country, rather than some distant stranger who issued orders for others to carry out. He would return home and take Mia with him. When he was sure she was healed she could leave and pick up her life—become the old Mia, rather than this theatrical version. It was the only way he could live with the guilt. He should have been there for Mia—for the family—for his best friend, Tom. He’d already been on the phone to Tom, berating him—though that was hardly fair when Mia had sworn Tom to silence. But since when had he been cut out of their lives?
Since he’d cut the ties?
He couldn’t have cared less if Mia had been dressed as a fairy queen, complete with wings and a wand. The salon she worked in was high camp and each member of staff had adopted some gimmick to set them apart. He was only sorry she’d thrown away a promising career in interior design, though he had to admit her new disguise was hot. Mia in Tom’s cast off clothes, climbing trees—Mia in a quaint, old-fashioned ball-gown—these were both images he could live with comfortably, but Mia with the cheeks of her well-formed buttocks just visible beneath a pair of tight black leather shorts—
So much for his good deed for the day! How quickly his thoughts could turn from selflessly helping Mia to selfishly wanting her. He had to turn his mind back determinedly to the accident. She’d handled the fall-out well. He owed her respect. Both of them had always liked to live dangerously and had always played to win. He’d got away with it. Mia hadn’t. He stood by his offer for her to be his co-driver—that was if she turned up for the race tomorrow. And something told him she wouldn’t be able to resist.
He was easing his muscles outside the entrance to the motor racing club when Mia stalked up to him the next day. Wearing banged-up jeans and sneakers accessorised with a shedload of attitude, she was brandishing the fireproof clothes he had arranged for her to wear. He noticed how full her lips were—how kissable—
How firmly pressed together.
He was ready for battle when she stopped in front of him—just as well. ‘You knew what to expect,’ he pointed out. ‘You’re hardly a stranger to the sport.’
‘You should have warned me these came with your logo plastered all over them. I could have hired something plain.’
‘You don’t like naked women?’
She gave him a withering stare. ‘When it’s taken straight from the Kama Sutra, I draw the line.’
‘This used to be a man’s team.’
‘Well, pardon me for having breasts.’
‘Are we done?’
‘You tricked me, Ram.’
‘I tricked you?’ he demanded, dipping his head to stare at Mia intently. ‘It was your idea to help me—and you never asked about the clothes. Just kill the complaints, Mia, and concentrate on doing the best damn map-reading of your life.’
She muttered something unprintable.
‘Just don’t let me down.’
‘Don’t you let me down,’ she retorted. ‘We’re supposed to be a team, remember?’
‘The winning team,’ he called after her as she marched off to get changed.
The helmet she had to wear for the time trial was about as sexy as a bucket with a viewing panel. White with a red stripe and a black visor, it had Ram’s retro logo on the side. Five minutes into his life and she’d have to change that—not that she’d ever get the chance, Mia reflected. The all-in-one suit featured pants with a handy opening panel—
Well, she was used to that from her rallying days. Everything was fireproof, apart from her knickers—the one item of clothing that should have been fire-proofed if she was expected to sit next to Ram for any length of time.
And she had to stop thinking like that. Where had it got her back in the day—other than frustrated? It was time to stop thinking about Ram’s sexual potential and put him