LITMIR.BIZ

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      THEIR DEPARTING FLIGHT from Zazinia was very different from their outward flight. Despite the pilot’s best efforts to climb above it, turbulence carried them home.

      Kedah tapped his diamond, cursing the missed opportunity with his mother, and Felicia looked out of the window to the seemingly black lake of desert below. She was still angry about being ignored and dining at her desk alone, while cross with herself for expecting it could be any other way.

      As they bumped through the sky she decided to try to do some work and put on her headphones. She would look at the presentation that she had been asked to send to Hussain. But, without thinking, she opened the file in the first email that Kedah had sent her.

      Realising it was the one he had sent in error—the one he had told her to delete—she was about to exit from it when she paused.

      She had sat through a lot of presentations these past weeks. She had expected to see a proposal for the Dubai hotel and the walkway, and to label a few files, but instead she saw magic.

      It was Zazinia, she quickly realised.

      It was Kedah’s vision of Zazinia.

      With each passing frame the bare skyline was filled with graceful buildings, and each was a work of art in itself. Instead of gleaming silver or gold with mirrored windows, the buildings blended with the ancient surrounds. There were delicate artistic murals on the walls that faced the palace, and the city spread gently outwards rather than up. There were carefully thought out roads, railways and bridges to link communities, while the desert retained its remote beauty.

      He had poured everything into this, Felicia knew.

      It was a life’s work in the making.

      And she knew he had never meant her to see it.

      She snapped off the presentation and then looked over. His eyes were waiting for hers to meet his. She pulled her earphones off, wondering if he somehow knew what she had just seen.

      The truth proved to be just as disconcerting, and it troubled her how deeply he could bore into her heart.

      ‘I apologise for the way I treated you back at the palace.’

      Despite being strapped in, she almost fell off her chair in surprise. The apology jolted her, even if her expression barely faltered.

      ‘I have never brought a woman there. Colleagues, of course, but...’ He gave a tense shake of his head. ‘If there had been even a hint that we were involved then it could have made things awkward for you. I didn’t handle it well.’

      Please don’t be nice, Felicia thought, because her feelings were so much easier to deal with when she was cross.

      ‘Well, it’s done now.’ She shrugged. ‘And I shan’t be back there again.’

      ‘I doubt there would be any reason...’

      ‘No,’ Felicia said. ‘You misunderstand. I shan’t be going back there again, Kedah. We all have our limits, and your treatment of me in Zazinia far exceeded mine. Anyway, there’s no need for me to be there.’

      ‘No.’

      It had been too far out of her comfort zone. Had she only been working for him, she might not have liked it, but of course she would have accepted his treatment of her.

      But they were lovers.

      Oh, it was a business arrangement, perhaps, but still she could not flick a switch. She refused to go from being his lover to a servant who walked behind him, being ignored. His little hand-flick had incensed her.

      An hour out of London the turbulence finally eased, and by then Felicia was dozing. Kedah went to his bedroom, but there wasn’t time to shower so he just changed out of his traditional clothing into a suit.

      He could have slept for an hour, maybe, but instead he sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

      Despite his brave words, he did not know what his response would be should his father back Mohammed.

      Should he risk his mother’s past being exposed by taking it to a public vote? What if the title of Crown Prince wasn’t rightly his?

      Usually Kedah looked immaculate.

      Not this morning.

      * * *

      London was beautiful, Felicia thought from the back of a luxurious car, and yet it wasn’t the same as when she’d left. The last few weeks had been spent exclusively with Kedah, and nothing felt the same.

      This wasn’t a date. He didn’t drop her home first. Kedah was both royal and her boss, so they pulled up outside his apartment and she got out and ensured all his luggage had been removed.

      Here, they always said goodbye.

      ‘I’m assuming that I’ve got the rest of the day off?’

      ‘Of course.’

      It had been a very long business trip, and new boundaries needed to be established now.

      ‘I’ll see you tomorrow at eight,’ she said, and as she did so Big Ben chimed and they stood there. It was seven in the morning, which meant a separation of twenty-five hours.

      ‘Come up,’ Kedah said.

      ‘I’m really tired.’

      ‘I know you are.’

      He could see the shadows under her eyes, and he was exhausted too. But the turbulence on the plane was nothing compared to now.

      They were on the edge of being stupid.

      Sleep-deprived, wanting, holding back...neither really knew.

      She should run, Felicia thought. Jump in the car and go home.

      Go to her mother’s tonight for a timely reminder on what falling in love with a certain type of man could do.

      But, truly, she didn’t know how to play tough today—especially when Kedah spoke on.

      ‘You said that if I decide to tell you it won’t go any further. Does that still apply?’

      And just when she knew she should walk away, he beckoned her in.

      ‘You know it does.’

      He took her hand as he signalled the driver to remove her cases from the car too.

      She stood in the antique elevator beside him, and even then she knew she should get out.

      But it wasn’t curiosity that had led her back to him. It was desire.

      Every minute available to them she wanted to claim.

      She would heal later.

      Felicia had been in his apartment a couple of times, though never with Kedah there. Usually she

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