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JASIM, on the other hand, was not in the mood to move on anywhere. The past still had too strong a hold on him and his estranged wife’s dismissive approach to him earlier that day had outraged him. He would not have cared to relive the eighteen months of hell that her disappearance had put him through. A male who had long prided himself on his discipline and equanimity, Jasim could not comprehend why he was suddenly suffering from fierce surges of pure caustic rage.

When Elinor walked into the drawing room at the town house, Jasim was immediately struck by only one fact. ‘Where is my son?’ he demanded.

‘I didn’t bring Sami. I left him with my flatmate.’

‘Didn’t it occur to you that I would want to see him again?’ The lean bronzed angel’s face that had so often haunted her dreams was taut with annoyance. Jasim settled censorious dark eyes on her slender figure. She was dressed like a teenager, he thought impatiently, his attention lingering on the skin-tight leggings that defined her long coltish legs, shapely knees and slim supple thighs and the bright top that revealed the tantalising valley between her high, full breasts. Perfect breasts, he recalled, and his mind was suddenly awash with detailed erotic images, which had a predictable effect on his libido and only contrived to set his temper even more on edge.

Immediately on the defensive and responding to the smouldering atmosphere, Elinor blanked out his tall, powerful presence as much as possible because she hated the reality that she still found him wildly attractive. And, even as she stood there infuriated by his attitude, her mouth was dry and her pulses were quickening in treacherous response to his proximity.

‘Why didn’t you bring our son?’ Jasim pressed.

Elinor bridled at the tone he employed, which suggested that he was dealing with someone rather slow on the uptake. ‘There’s too much tension between us. I didn’t want to plunge Sami into the middle of another argument.’

‘I have a nurse here ready to take care of him.’

The fact that Jasim was already thinking ahead to make childcare arrangements on Sami’s behalf totally unnerved Elinor and roused her protective instincts. ‘I wouldn’t want Sami to be with a stranger—’

‘Thanks to your selfishness, my entire family and I are strangers to Sami—are we all to be excluded from knowing him on that basis?’ Jasim slung at her with biting derision.

Elinor did not appreciate being called selfish and she flashed him an accusing look. ‘You’re the one who created this situation.’

‘How so? I made you my wife in good faith.’

‘I don’t accept that. I heard Yaminah talking,’ Elinor reminded him with spirit while she noted the black density of the eyelashes that enhanced his stunning dark golden eyes. ‘She got some nonsensical idea in her head that I was after her husband and that he was interested in me. Her suspicions were completely without foundation.’

‘When my late brother gave you a ring that was a family heirloom worth a fortune, he made his interest in you very clear,’ Jasim condemned, a slight tremor rippling through his lean, powerful frame as he recalled his repugnance at that more recent discovery. In his eyes that discovery had delivered a damning indictment of Elinor’s morals. Yaminah’s fear that she might lose her husband to the nanny had been soundly based in fact, for Murad would never have given a ring from the royal jewellery collection to a woman he only planned to have an affair with.

At his comeback, Elinor’s eyes had flown wide in dismay and she swallowed awkwardly. ‘How did you find out about that ring?’

‘How do you think I finally found you?’ Jasim demanded with a sardonic laugh. ‘The inside of the ring was stamped with symbols that marked its history and ownership. When you sold it—for a tithe of its true worth—it eventually passed into the hands of a jeweller who recognised its provenance and importance. He contacted our embassy to make discreet enquiries.’

Elinor was stunned that the diamond ring she had sold had ultimately led to her being tracked down. ‘Your brother did not give that ring to me personally. He gave it to my mother,’ she protested in a rush.

Jasim’s ebony brows pleated. ‘Your mother?’ he jibed.

‘When my mother was a student, Murad fell in love with her and asked her to marry him. Your father, however, wouldn’t allow it and they broke up. Your brother wouldn’t take the ring back.’

Jasim was still frowning, his incredulity palpable. ‘If you are telling me the truth, it is not a story that I have ever heard before—’

‘Probably because it happened over thirty years ago!’ Elinor interrupted without apology. ‘But the point is that it did happen and a couple of years ago, when he was revisiting his old college at Oxford, Murad decided to look my mother up again. He had heard that she had married a professor in the history faculty, but not that she had died several years ago.’

‘Naturally, I will check this extraordinary story out.’ But Jasim remained resolutely unimpressed by the past connection she was suddenly proclaiming between their families. It stuck him as fanciful and unlikely in the extreme.

‘Your brother simply turned up at my home and I had to tell him that my mother had passed away. He was very disappointed and sad and I asked him in. When he found out that I was a newly qualified nanny, he urged me to apply for the job of looking after his daughter.’

‘Why didn’t you share these facts with me before?’

Her gleaming green gaze narrowed, Elinor searched his darkly handsome features, absently admiring his classic bone structure. ‘Your brother asked me not to mention the connection to anyone in case it was misinterpreted. And when I met you I had no idea that you were suspicious of what my relationship with him might be. You did think he had some sort of inappropriate interest in me when you came to Woodrow, didn’t you?’

His brilliant eyes were level and unapologetic and his strong jaw line had an aggressive slant. ‘It was possible. In the past Murad had indulged in a series of extra-marital diversions.’

‘Well, I wasn’t one of them!’ Elinor lifted her head high, defying his unimpressed appraisal. ‘For goodness’ sake, you know you were the first man I slept with!’

Jasim shifted a broad shoulder in a manner of dismissive assent that incensed her.

‘What the heck is it going to take for me to convince you that my dealings with your brother were entirely platonic?’ she threw at him furiously.

‘We are neither of us stupid. A clever ambitious woman would have been careful not to offer intimacy in advance of a more serious and profitable relationship,’ Jasim pointed out flatly.

That alternative interpretation of the facts was the last straw for Elinor’s temper. Focusing indignant emerald-green eyes on him, she snapped, ‘How dare you insinuate that I was some gold-digging schemer ready to break up another woman’s marriage? I hate you … I can’t wait until we get a divorce!’

‘You’ll have to wait a long time. I have no intention of giving you a divorce,’ Jasim informed her stonily. ‘I want you to live up to the promises you made when you went through that marriage ceremony with me.’

Elinor folded her arms in a sharply defensive movement. She was livid at the manner in which he was standing in judgement over her while refusing to believe her side of the story. ‘No way!’ she told him baldly.

Jasim lifted his imperious dark head high and rested his attention on the ripe curve of her soft pink lips. ‘I am prepared to stand by my promises and give you another chance.’

‘I don’t want another chance from you!’ she bawled at him, her pride bristling in revolt from that condescending offer. ‘Do I strike you as that much of a doormat?’

‘Sami needs both of us. He also needs to be living in Quaram where he can learn the language and culture of the people whom he will one day rule. That requirement is not negotiable,’ Jasim imparted with steely cool.

Elinor’s response to feeling threatened was to go straight into attack and she took an angry step forward. ‘I’m not prepared to live abroad and certainly not with you, so we have a major problem. I don’t trust you … I don’t trust you at all!’ she blazed back at him without hesitation.

Jasim closed lean brown fingers round her wrist and tugged her to him. His sardonic dark golden gaze flared down into hers. ‘You may not trust me but you still can’t take your eyes off me.’

‘That’s a ridiculous lie—how can you be so vain?’ Elinor raged, although a tide of colour had flooded her cheeks and sexual awareness was like a firework flaring through her body, sending a chain reaction through every skin cell. Memory was taking her back and stealing away her resistance; it was a very long time since that night of passion.

He closed an assured hand into the tumble of her Titian curls and tilted her face up to his. Scorching eyes raked over her and she trembled, maddeningly conscious of the tightening of her nipples and the surge of heat and moisture at the apex of her thighs. At an almost scornfully slow pace, he tugged her up against him and traced the fullness of her lower lip with his fingertip. When that finger slid between her parted lips it was the most erotic thing she had ever known and the tightening knot low in her pelvis made her press her thighs together in an effort to contain the tingling sensation of immediate arousal.

The silence sizzled as their eyes collided. He kissed her with smouldering sexual skill and she quivered violently, fighting the tiny ripples of arousal currenting through her body with all her might. His tongue delved deep in a sweeping reconnaissance that tensed her every muscle.

‘Am I vain?’ Jasim husked against the swollen pink contours of her mouth. ‘I don’t think so. I excite you.’

And that was the taunt that finally gave her the strength to do what she should have done much sooner and push him away from her. On legs that were distinctly unsteady she stalked over to the window, where she stood struggling to catch her breath. But he had hit her problem right on the head, she acknowledged with bitter self-loathing. Excitement. He filled her with it and seduced her with it. She could not resist that wild charge of electrifying excitement or the explosive high ignited by his touch. Even standing there with her hands curled into defensive fists, she could still feel the magnetic pull of him and the painful aftermath of a desire that had to go unsatisfied.

‘Have you nothing to say?’ Jasim drawled smooth as silk.

Affronted by the knowledge that he knew her weakness, Elinor spun back to face him, a hectic flush staining her delicate cheekbones. ‘Sami is much more important to me than excitement!’

‘If that is true, I honour you for it, but you should also have the ability to foresee our son’s needs both now and in the future,’ Jasim asserted. ‘As a boy grows he will need a father more and more. All of my family will cherish him, as will I—’

Elinor tore her attention from him. ‘I don’t want to be your wife.’

‘But you are and for Sami’s sake that must not change. A divorce would create a great scandal in my country and would be a lifelong source of shame and embarrassment for our son.’

At that news, her heart sank inside her. She could feel the bars of a steel cage of restraint tightening round her. If Sami’s standing could be damaged by their divorce how could she push for one? Could she be that selfish? Could she think only of what she wanted now at this point in time? Or should she be willing to compromise? From below her feathery lashes she studied Jasim, her gaze wandering over the proud slash of his bold cheekbones, the classic hollows beneath, the arrogant jut of his narrow-bladed nose segueing down into the chiselled perfection of his well-formed mouth. She remembered the silky feel of his hair beneath her fingertips, and, more dangerously, the heat and urgency of his strong lean body against hers. She tensed in rejection.

He was gorgeous and she was married to him, but he was also utterly without conscience and ruthless when it came to getting what he wanted. A chill like an ice cube melting settled low in Elinor’s stomach. He wanted Sami …