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It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her whether she intended an action replay with his friend, but some last vestige of sanity made him bite back the jealous words that he instinctively knew she would never forgive. Words that deep down he knew he didn’t mean—so why the hell did he keep imagining the whole scenario, as if someone were running a film reel through his mind?
Sabrina felt slightly on edge, wondering if she was equipped to cope with a man who, as Guy had already said, ate women like her for breakfast.
Suddenly she wished that she hadn’t been so proud, or so stupid. Fancy letting Guy go alone to a party where Jenna would no doubt be waiting to get her hooks in him. ‘Aren’t you going to be late, Guy?’ she asked tentatively, and then almost recoiled from the anger in his eyes.
‘Want me to get out from under your feet?’ he asked silkily.
‘Don’t be so insulting!’
He picked up his jacket with a careless finger. ‘Just be careful, huh? You’ve got the number of my mobile, haven’t you?’
‘Why, do you think he’s about to drag me off to his palace with him to make mad love to me all night?’ she asked sarcastically.
‘I wouldn’t blame him if he did,’ he drawled. He looked at the silver-grey fabric, which clung so enticingly to the slender curves of her body, and swallowed. If Khalim attempted to do that then as one man to another he would completely be able to understand it. ‘But just remember this, Sabrina—he’ll never marry an Englishwoman. His destiny has been mapped out for him since birth.’
‘I’m not looking for a husband!’ she snapped.
‘Good.’ He gave the ghost of a smile. ‘Have a good time.’
‘What, after that little pep-talk?’ she asked acidly.
After Guy had gone, she felt like ringing up Khalim to cancel—but, apart from the fact that she didn’t have a number for him—even Sabrina realised that such a loss of face would be intolerable to a man like the Prince.
Even so, she felt as if the executioner’s axe was about to fall while she waited for the doorbell to ring.
Guy walked into the party and wished he could walk straight out again. He narrowed his eyes against the mêlée. Too many people, too much noise, too much smoke, and the music was hellish.
‘Hello, Guy,’ came a low, husky voice by his side, and he turned round to see Jenna, an expression he didn’t quite recognise making her lovely face look a little less lovely than usual.
‘Hi,’ he said, thinking how overly jovial he sounded. He handed her a slim, silver-wrapped present. ‘Happy birthday!’
‘For me?’ she said coyly. ‘What is it?’
The question irritated him far more than it had any right to. ‘Why not open it and see?’
Jenna’s perfectly painted fingernails greedily ripped open the paper. ‘Oh,’ she said slowly. ‘A book.’
She said it, thought Guy wryly, as though he’d just given her a serpent.
‘Apparently, if you only read one book for the rest of your life, this is the one. It’s up for a prize, and most people in the industry think it’s just going to walk away with it.’ He was, he realised, repeating Sabrina’s enthusiastic praise almost word for word. She had recommended that he read it himself, and maybe he would. Maybe he would.
‘Oh,’ Jenna said.
The blinkers seemed to drop from his eyes as he surveyed Jenna’s look of bemusement. It was going to be, he realised sadly, completely wasted on her. ‘Hope you like it,’ he finished lamely, and wondered just how long he could stay at this party without looking boorish.
‘I’m sure I will!’ Jenna’s green eyes slanted from side to side. ‘On your own?’ she quizzed softly.
Something in her tone made his hackles rise. ‘Obviously.’
Jenna shrugged. ‘Nothing obvious about it at all—I’m suprised you haven’t brought your new flatmate with you.’
Guy stared at her. Funny how you could know someone for years and years, and a remark which should have been completely inoffensive should suddenly sound like the most intolerable intrusion. His grey eyes gleamed. ‘And why should that surprise you, Jenna?’
‘Well…’ Jenna drank some champagne and left some of the liquid to gleam provocatively on her lips. ‘You know what people have been saying, don’t you?’
‘No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?’ he suggested evenly.
Jenna shrugged. ‘Oh, just that she’s not your flatmate at all—but your lover.’ She gave a shrill little laugh. ‘As if!’
Some dark kind of explosion seemed to happen inside his head. ‘You’d find that such a bizarre scenario, would you?’ he asked quietly.
‘Well…’ Jenna shrugged, seemingly oblivous to the dangerous quality in his tone. ‘I think that most people would, don’t you? You’re…’ She gave a foolish, beaming smile, like someone who had decided to bet all their money on an outsider.
‘Hmm? What am I?’
‘You’re…well, you’re everything that most women would ever want, I suppose,’ she stumbled. ‘And she’s…’
Guy froze. ‘She’s what?’
‘Well, I’m sure she’s very nice,’ said Jenna insincerely. ‘But she’s just a small-town girl who works in a bookshop, isn’t she?’
‘As opposed to a small-minded girl who lives off her daddy’s trust fund?’
Jenna stared at him. ‘Guy!’ she protested. ‘That was completely uncalled for!’
His grey eyes were as cold as ice. ‘What right do you think you have to criticise a sweet, beautiful woman who actually works hard for her living? Who has seen tragedy and looked it in the face, and managed to come to terms with it?’
‘I didn’t know anything about that!’
‘You don’t know anything about anything!’ he snapped. ‘Not about anything that really matters! Forgive me if I don’t stay, Jenna, but I have something waiting for me at home!’
Or someone.
Except that he didn’t—and why would he expect to? All he’d offered Sabrina had been some lousy dinner with a man he himself had admitted was a fool. And the only additional carrot he’d dangled in front of her had been a trip to the party of a woman who looked down her nose at her.
Was this what his life had become? Some kind of extravagant but superficial game? Going to all the right places but with all the wrong people—and for the wrong reasons, too?
And Sabrina was now out with Khalim—a man he liked and respected, but a man who was a veritable tiger where women were concerned. He had seen for himself that Khalim had been capitivated by Sabrina’s easy, uncomplicated charm—just as he had been. He’d also said that Khalim would never marry an Englishwoman—but what if Sabrina’s golden bright beauty was the exception to the rule? Khalim was used to getting whatever he wanted in life. Wouldn’t he move heaven and earth to possess a woman if she’d touched his heart in a way that no one else had?
He drove like fury back to the flat, but it was, as he’d fully expected, empty.
He’d never spent a longer evening in his life—bar the one where he’d sat with his mother and waited for news