The Sheik & the Princess in Waiting. Susan Mallery
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trying to get you into my bed, the effort was hardly worth the meager reward.”
She shrank back into the cushions. Humiliation joined the fear. As much as she tried to block out their nights together, they continued to haunt her. She supposed her part of it could be an illustration of what not to do on one’s wedding night and the few nights that followed.
Not that it was her fault, she told herself, trying to grab on to a little temper to give her courage. She’d been the virgin. He should have done better, too.
But if Reyhan hadn’t married her to get a green card or to sleep with her, why had he?
“Are you sure the marriage was real?” she asked. “My parents’ lawyer said that it wasn’t.”
“Then their lawyer was mistaken.” Reyhan glared at her. “You are my wife. That is why you were brought here. Now that you are in my country, in my home, you will treat me with respect and reverence. Is that understood?”
The need to bolt for freedom grew exponentially.
“Reyhan, I—”
But she never got to say whatever she’d been about to blurt out. For just at that moment, a petite, curvy, beautiful young woman walked into the room.
“This isn’t good,” the woman said. “I heard Emma had arrived and fainted at the sight of you. Is that true?”
Reyhan turned his attention from Emma to the woman. His glare only deepened.
The woman rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re insulted. But don’t forget, I gave birth to your older brother’s firstborn, so you have to be nice to me.”
“One wonders what Sadik sees in you.”
The woman leaned close and smiled. “I’m a hottie. It’s a curse, but there we are.”
Emma didn’t think things could get more shocking, but she was proved wrong when Reyhan actually smiled at the woman, then kissed her forehead.
“Can you fix this?” he asked the woman.
“I’m not sure if you mean Emma or the situation. If you ask me, the one who needs fixing is you.” She held up her hand before he could speak. “I’ll do my best. I promise. Now why don’t you give us some girl time together? I’ll answer Emma’s questions and make her feel at home. You can go work on your charm.”
Reyhan raised his eyebrows. “I’m very charming.”
“Uh-huh. Just a tip here. The ‘I’m Prince Reyhan of Bahania’ thing gets old really fast. Trust me. Sadik tried it on me, too.”
“You’re a troublemaker.”
“That’s true.”
Reyhan nodded at Emma, then at the woman and left. Emma watched him go.
“Is this really happening?” she asked, feeling both weary and more confused than ever.
“It sure is,” the other woman told her. “Right down to you sitting in the middle of the Bahanian royal palace.” She plopped down next to Emma on the sofa and smiled. “Let’s start at the beginning. Hi. I’m Cleo.”
“I’m Emma. Emma Kennedy.”
Cleo looked her over. “Love the hair. My sister-in-law Sabrina puts red highlights in hers, but the color is nothing like this. Is it real?”
It took Emma a second to process the question and realize Cleo wasn’t asking about the hair itself, but the color.
“Yes, it’s natural.”
“Me, too,” Cleo said, tugging on her short, spiky blond hair. “I put in gold highlights once, but was that a mistake. I thought I’d look more elegant and classy, which is so not going to happen. I’m stuck being a tacky bottle blonde for the rest of my life. No biggie. I mean I’m a princess, so now I can be royal and tacky, which I like.”
Emma felt as if she’d fallen into an alternate universe. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
Cleo grinned. “I know. I’m rambling. Plus, do you really care about my hair? So here’s the thing. You’re in Bahania, and Reyhan really is a prince. There are four of them altogether. Murat is the oldest and heir to the throne. Then Sadik, my husband. He’s in charge of finance. Reyhan is next. He runs the whole oil thing, and let me tell you, do they have a bunch of that floating around under the sand. Then Jefri, who is putting together a joint air force with El Bahar. There’s also Zara, who was my foster sister and didn’t know she was a princess until about a year ago, and Sabrina, the king’s daughter. She lives in the desert, but that’s a whole other story.”
“Oh.” Emma wasn’t sure what to say. Her level of confusion had just gone off the scale. “That’s a lot of people.” She swallowed. “And you’re Princess Cleo?”
“In the flesh.” Cleo leaned close. “I’m from Spokane, Washington. That’s right by Idaho. I know—not exactly the birthplace of a lot of royals. I had a ton to learn—protocol and how to address everyone. I’ve gotten involved with some charity work, which is pretty cool, and I have a new baby. Calah.” Cleo’s expression softened. “She’s a dream. Just three months old.”
Emma wanted to ask for note cards so she could write all this down and try to keep everyone and everything straight.
Reyhan, a Bahanian prince? Was it possible? And if he was, why had he married her?
“Do you know—” Emma cleared her throat. “There was a wedding a few years back. I thought maybe…My parents hired a lawyer and he thought it wasn’t exactly real.”
Cleo patted her arm. “Sorry. From what I’ve heard, it was plenty real. You’re well and truly hitched to Reyhan. And he’s just like his brother. All stuffy with an ‘I’m the prince’ attitude. That reverence and respect stuff. Oh, please. Okay, I’ll do the respect thing, but reverence? It is so not going to happen.”
So she was married. To a prince. Her.
“None of this makes sense,” she whispered. “I don’t understand.”
Why had Reyhan done any of it? Why had he married her and disappeared from her life? And why, all of a sudden, did he pick now to get in touch with her? Did he want to marry someone else? The thought of it gave her an odd squeeze in her empty stomach, but still she had to know.
“Is he engaged?” she asked.
Cleo shook her head. “It’s not like that. After Calah was born, the king decided it was time for Reyhan to tie the knot and give him more grandchildren. That’s when he had to fess up about his relationship with you. That there was already a Mrs. Reyhan floating around.”
Emma felt the room begin to fold around the edges. She had a feeling that if she’d been standing, she would have fallen again.
Cleo grabbed her hand. “Keep breathing,” she instructed humorously. “I’m supposed to be making things better, not worse.”
“It’s not you,” Emma told her. “It’s everything. I can’t believe what’s happening.”
“Hardly a surprise. The good news is, the palace is beautiful and Reyhan is pretty easy on the eyes, too. If you can get past all that honor and tradition, he has a wicked sense of humor. Won’t that be nice?”
Nice? As in Emma would enjoy spending time with him? Was that the plan?
She shook her head. This wasn’t happening, she told herself. None of it.
A tall man carrying a black case entered the room. Cleo waved a greeting.
“Dr. Johnson. You’re still making house calls.”
The older man smiled. “Yes, Princess Cleo. As I will continue to do.”
Cleo leaned close to Emma. “Dr. Johnson is on