A Taste of Heaven (Billionaires' Secrets Book 3) (22 page)

Which was ridiculous. Men didn’t exactly fall at her feet. She was tall and skinny and was the only black girl in the world who didn’t have a butt. And she was cold and stuck-up, or at least that’s what people said. She knew it was just shyness.

“You’re sweet.” She smiled. She was lucky to be stuck with someone nice, let alone gorgeous, out here in the desert.

“Sweet enough for you to let me soothe your skin with these luxurious wipes?”

Her skin heated further the prospect of his big hands on her. “Okay.”

4

R
onnie couldn’t believe she was sitting in a private jet wearing only a bra on top. But the cool wipes were working magic, which Zadir made more intense by blowing softly on her damp skin.

It was as close to bliss as you could get when you were trapped in a desert wilderness in a crashed plane.

“Were you surprised when you suddenly inherited a kingdom?” She’d started to feel relaxed around him. “I read in a magazine that originally your oldest brother was supposed to inherit.”

“It was a total shock and not a pleasant one. I wanted to give the kingdom back to my brother Osman. He convinced me that we could all work as a team to bring Ubar into the modern world.”

“Is it backward there?”

He laughed. “We prefer the word
traditional
. But the truth is that lot of the population is illiterate, and lives much the same way they have for a thousand years. We’re starting to tap into the natural resources so we can release a lot of wealth to improve life for the people and catch up with the other countries in the region.”

“Your father wasn’t interested in exploiting the oil?”

“He had plenty of money to fulfill his personal needs from the high taxes he imposed on everyone. He lived for pleasure and didn’t worry too much about anything else.”

“It doesn’t sound like you really miss him.”

Zadir’s hands stilled on her back. “I don’t miss him at all. I barely knew him. He had little time for children. And if the rumors are true, he had my mother killed when he grew tired of her.”

“What?” She tensed, wanting to turn and see his expression but not wanting to intrude. She could hear emotion in his voice.

“Divorce is illegal in Ubar. If a man grows bored with his wife, he can cheat and be looked down on by his peers, or he has to somehow dispose of her.” His voice had lowered to a growl.

“I hope you’re planning to change that rule.”

“It’s at the top of the long list of things we intend to address. We have to proceed cautiously, or we’ll have a revolution on our hands. Luckily my brother Osman is a natural diplomat, so he’s good at knowing what to present and when. My brother Amahd is in charge of bringing the country’s oil and gas resources to market. He’s been in oil exploration for some time so he knows what he’s doing.” His hands now moved confidently over her back again. She shivered as he pressed a new, cool towel to a sensitive spot on the side of her waist.

“What’s your role in the future of Ubar?”

He paused again. “To be determined. I’m a real estate investor. Not much use for that in a place where the only real estate is mud-brick houses people build with their bare hands. So far I’ve been focusing on education and how to bring regular schooling to the children. Right now we’re leaning toward some kind of Internet solution.”

“Education is important, but it sounds like you should also be creating infrastructure.”

“You mean houses and buildings?”

“And roads. Surely you’ll need all of them to support the oil development.”

His fingertips rested right at her waist. She could almost hear his brain working. “You’re right. The population is scattered. They don’t live in tents so much any more, but little houses here and there in the hills. We’ll need to bring in skilled labor from outside to train people as well.”

“You’ll need to build a town.” Her skin prickled with possibilities that had nothing to do with the handsome man behind her. What architect didn’t dream of creating a town from the ground up?

“I suppose you’re right. And I suspect you could help me with that.” His hands almost circled her waist. Her breathing had quickened, but she tried not to get too excited.

“You imagine correctly. In fact it would be a dream commission.”

“As soon as we get out of here—and attend to our business in Bahrain—you must come visit Ubar and explore the possibilities.”

“I’d love to.” She shivered slightly as he pressed a new wipe against her neck. “I think I’m cool enough now. There’s no need to keep stroking me with those things.” With all the excitement there was a real danger she might explode into flames.

“The temperature’s dropping. The desert can get quite cold at night.”

“Right now that sounds good.” As long as it didn’t get so cold that they had to huddle together for warmth. She wasn’t sure she could stand much more proximity to Zadir. And now, with the enthralling possibility of creating a whole town hanging in the balance, she had every reason to keep their relationship professional.

Zadir rose. “I’m going to go tinker with the radio again. These cabin lights mean there’s still some kind of power. And if I can find a way to turn on some emergency outside lights, I’ll do that, too. We might be easier to spot in the dark than during the day with enough light.”

“How long do you think these lights in the cabin will last?”

He shrugged. “We’ve had time to get the lay of the land, so we’ll be fine until morning if they go out.”

She watched him walk, shirtless and dangerously gorgeous, back across the tilted plane to the cockpit. She pulled a clean shirt from her bag and slipped into it. With everything in her carry-on, she was perfectly prepared to be stuck somewhere for a night, with water and snacks and a change of clothes. She changed her underwear and pants quickly, too, now that Zadir was occupied. She might as well feel fresh.

There was almost no chance they’d be rescued tonight. If a control tower was tracking their flight path and saw that they’d crashed, rescuers would have arrived there by now.

She checked her phone, but there were still no bars so she turned it off to conserve what was left of the battery life. How odd to be in the twenty-first century, in the middle of a continent ringed by cities, and be as completely cut off from civilization as if they were stranded on a desert island.

The grim thought propelled her from her chair and into the cockpit with Zadir. Usually she liked to be alone, but right now she needed human contact, maybe just to reassure herself that she wouldn’t spend her last hours in this plane.

“Any luck?”

He was crouched on the floor, the pilot’s headphones over his ears, broad back bent over something. “I’m trying to see if the pilot cut some wires that I can patch back together. A lot of this technology looks advanced from the outside but is pretty primitive once you peek under the dash. I’ve found one loose end, and if I can figure out where to connect it, we might be in business.”

“What can I do to help?” She hated feeling useless.

He pushed the headset aside so one ear was exposed. “Talk to me. Your voice soothes me.”

“You don’t seem like you need soothing. You strike me as very calm.”

He looked up, a wry smile on his face. “I’m doing my best to stay cool.”

“It’s working. What does get you rattled?”

“Losing out on a great deal.” Then he frowned. “And any interaction with my father used to get me wound up. That’s why I learned to avoid him. He shoved us off to boarding school abroad, then wanted us to pretend he was the greatest dad in the world on the rare occasions we saw him.”

“I know that scenario.” The confession surprised her, but it felt right.

“Your dad was like that, too?”

She swallowed. “Very much so. My parents got divorced when I was three and I saw him once a year at the most after that. He’d invite us over, then we’d be at a loose end while he played tennis or something. He felt that sending money to support us was enough to make him the father of the century.”

“Is he still alive?”

“Alive and well and has the second-largest number of semiconductor patents in the USA. He’s on his fifth or sixth wife. I’ve lost count. Luckily, he makes enough money to support all of them. I couldn’t wait until I got old enough to support myself and get off the payroll.”

Zadir crouched, still listening. “Your mother is still alive?”

“Yes. If you can call it that. She rarely leaves her Upper West Side apartment. In fact, she spends most of the day in bed popping prescription pills. She was a singing star for about twenty minutes around the time she met my dad, but she lost all interest in working once he began to pay for everything.”

“So she probably wasn’t the greatest parent in the world, either.”

She grimaced. “Not by a long shot. Lucky for me, I had a good nanny for some of my formative years, and I learned to depend on my own resources at an early age.”

“Damn, your childhood sounds almost as fun as mine. Did you go to boarding school?”

“Of course.” She smiled ruefully. “Boarding school is the salvation of wealthy and neglectful parents. I went to Smithson Ladies Academy in Foxton, Connecticut, which was an ongoing contest for who had the most expensive designer toys. How about you?”

“Eton. Not so different but pretty fun all the same.”

“Were you there with Prince Harry?”

He nodded, blue eyes sparkling. “And he’s every bit as wild as the newspaper stories would have you believe.”

“I suspect you are, too.” She said it with a joking tone, half hoping he’d contradict her. His reputation as a ladies man might be just a rumor.

“Probably.” His mischievous grin confirmed her worst fears. “But now that I’m a monarch with a reputation to protect I’ve turned over a new leaf. I’m sober as a judge and twice as dull.” He rose from the floor and sat in the pilot’s chair.

“I find that hard to believe.” Especially since he was flirting with her right now. She wasn’t going to fall under his spell like all those other silly girls. “You must have more women after you than ever now you’re going to be a king.”

“The funny part is that I have to marry one in order to take the throne. It was one of the conditions of my father’s will.”

“Why would he do that?”

“To make us all settle down, I suppose. But he seems more than a little hypocritical, considering how he treated the institution of marriage. I’m sure he thought his wives were the ones with the problems. To tell you the truth, my father’s behavior has always scared me off marriage.”

“You’re afraid you’ll grow bored and want out?”

“Who isn’t? Forever is a very long time.”

“You’ll feel differently when you fall in love. At least that’s what everyone says.”

“But you don’t believe it.” He leaned back in the chair.

“I don’t intend to place my happiness in anyone else’s hands.” She sat in the copilot’s seat. “I’m quite happy with my work.”

“Your buildings are your children.” He looked curious.

“I suppose they are, yes.”

“I do want to have kids. I enjoy the energy and enthusiasm they bring, and I suspect they could teach me as much as I’d teach them. I’ve been thinking more about it lately.” He looked around the quiet cockpit, and she knew they were both thinking the same thing. They’d be lucky to ever get out of here and live long enough to have a child.

“Every now and then I think it might be wonderful to have a baby, to try to give them the happy, warm childhood I’ve always longed for. But what if I’m even worse than my own parents?” She sighed.

“You’d be a good mother. I can tell.”

She laughed, trying to pretend his pointless comment didn’t mean anything to her.

“How? You barely know me.”

“You’re a planner. You plan things and craft them. You’d create a wonderful childhood for them.”

“But people aren’t like buildings. They have their own spirit and character and might resist every effort of mine to raise them the way I intend.”

He laughed now. “So true. I suppose you can only do your best and hope it all works out.”

“Too risky for me.” She pretended to stretch. Really, she wanted to hide the uncomfortable flash of emotion that roamed through her at the thought that she was too cautious to risk a real family.

“Everything’s a risk. You took a flight from Dubai to Bahrain and ended up flying off course into a desert.”

“I guess I should have taken that commission to build a family compound outside Dallas.”

“It would have been safer.”

“But boring. I’d have hated myself for doing it.”

“And you’d have missed out on meeting me.” His slow smile tripped something inside her. “I won’t say I’m glad we’re here, but I am glad we’re together.”

“I hope we’re not going to die together.”

“I don’t think we are.” His smile broadened. “I believe I’ve fixed the radio.”

“What?” She leaped forward. Why was he flirting with her when they could be calling for help?