ROMANCE: THE SHEIKH'S GAMES: A Sheikh Romance (52 page)

“Oh my goodness, is she all right?”

“She’s married and he’s in prison, but one day he’ll be out and she lives in fear of that day. Don’t ever fault Sophia for the way she’s treated that man. She doesn’t deserve to be terrorized by him.”

Sophia’s parents exchanged looks, but said nothing more.

They said good-bye at her door, and drove back to their suburb still thinking that Sophia had traded up.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Let me see you to your door.”

“You’re the genuine article, aren’t you?” she asked as they walked up the stairs.

“What d’you mean?”

“A gentleman.”

He smiled. “Approximately. I know the forms.”

“You’re good at them.”

“Well thank you. My parents and my school will take that as a vote of confidence.”

“What about you?”

“There’s more to being a true gentleman than the forms.”

“I think you’re pretty good at that too,” she told him. “Your kindness has made me feel hopeful again.”

“Truly?” he asked as they reached her door. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“One of the hardest things about this whole situation was dealing with what everyone else thought. They never saw Phil the controlling jerk, or the terrifying stalker, so they thought I was at least partly at fault. But you believed me. I think that made more of a difference even than you stepping between us on the dance floor.”

“I’m glad,” he said again. “It’s gratifying.”

“I wanted you to know that I’ve made an appointment with Dr. Forster.”

He looked genuinely relieved. “I’m so glad, Sophia. I think it will do you the world of good. She’s so good at helping with coping mechanisms.”

Sophia nodded. “Why don’t you come in and have a nightcap?”

“I should let you get some rest.”

She looked up at him, put her hand on his shoulder, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him softly. “I’d like it if you came in,” she whispered.

Where she’d gotten the nerve from, Sophia didn’t know, but she wanted him. More than that, even, she wanted to feel free and in charge of her own life again.

“I want to make my own choices,” she told him and he looked into her eyes and nodded as if he understood.

She led him into her bedroom and undressed him, taking her time, unwrapping him as if he was the best birthday gift ever.

She gasped when she saw the scar, an ugly, jagged slash that ran from just above his left nipple to his shoulder. “What is that?”

“My disagreement with Joanie’s stalker.”

She realized then that his sister hadn’t been the only one injured in that incident. Sophia kissed the scar gently, and felt his hand caress her hair. “Lie down,” she told him, and he did as she asked, stretching out on the bed, arms behind his head, watching her undress herself.

When she stepped out of her party dress he said, “You’re beautiful, Sophia.”

Was she? It was so hard to tell now, since Phil had made her feel that she was unattractive to other men. Daniel must have seen that in her eyes because he reached out to her and pulled her into his arms.

“I have been all around the world and met thousands of women, many of them among the most beautiful in the world. I can tell you honestly that you are beautiful by any objective standard, and by my own wholly subjective one. Please don’t ever doubt it. That would break my heart.”

Their lips met. Sophia rested her hands on Daniel’s shoulders and felt the ridge of his scar under her palm. His hands cradled her hips, holding her gently but firmly, his fingers slipping under her panties, to slide them downward.

He pivoted and Sophia fell onto the bed. Daniel pushed her legs apart and licked his lips before he went down on his knees between them.

Nothing had ever prepared her for this moment of utter, mindless pleasure. Nothing. Daniel’s fingers, his tongue, lips, teeth drew her into a kind of sensory overload, and she found herself dizzy with it, with the aching throb of joy deep inside her, the sheer physical pleasure he roused in her.

No one had ever made her feel more alive, more like a woman and a desirable one, than Daniel did that night.

She woke, cradled in his arms in the early hours when the sun was still pale and milky in the sky. Daniel was still asleep, and she took the opportunity to watch him for a while, to memorize the curves, and planes, and angles of his face.

He had the face of an angel, something you’d see in a portrait by an old master. At rest, his face softened slightly, and he looked more boyish. She liked seeing sleep smooth out some of the worry lines. She wished she could do that for him.

His impossibly long eyelashes fluttered. He opened his eyes and yawned hugely. “What time is it?”

“Around six-thirty.”

“Tell me I sent my driver home before we fell asleep.”

“You did.”

“That’s a relief. I was worried that the meter was still running.”

“Do you want some coffee, or—”

He tightened his embrace. “Let’s just doze for a while. I don’t often have the pleasure of sleeping with someone. Feels good to wake up to someone warm and friendly.”

His words surprised her. She’d assumed that he had an active and varied sex life.

“You’ll have to tell me about the tattoos.”

He looked down at himself and smiled almost reminiscently. “They all mean something.”

“I hoped they would.”

“You did? Why?”

“I didn’t want them to be whims. I wanted them to be on your body because they were things you wanted to say about your life.”

He looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. “You get it,” he said. “Not many people do.”

“The dragon?”

He sighed and moved away from her on the bed. Sophia was afraid that she’d asked the wrong question and was momentarily frozen with the fear of upsetting him. He must have seen it because he said, “It was a long time ago, but it’s still hard to talk about. I was married once. She died and I was almost insane with grief. My great-grandmother Buchanan took me up to her home in the highlands and told me that grief would transform me into who I would be for the rest of my life. She said it would make or break me.” His gaze seemed to fix on something far away in both time and space.

“Her family crest is a dragon, and it was common to see dragons in many forms all over her house, almost like talismans. I remember thinking that if I could let my grief turn me into a dragon, fierce and dangerous, I was all for it. So I concentrated on my internal dragon.” He rubbed his face with both hands and laughed. “I was so young. But it helped. I stopped grieving and started being angry, which was a good first step. And then my grandmother taught me about the wisdom of dragons. I got the tatt to remind me that life is complicated, but strength and intelligence can help you through anything.”

“That’s a sad and amazing story,” Sophia told him. “I never thought much about dragons before. Is that why your first company was Drake Scientific?”

He gave her a look of surprise. “You’ve been studying me,” he accused.

“Guilty. I felt the need to know more about you.”

“That’s wise, though being a public figure doesn’t make me safe. If anything, it gives me more scope for crazy behavior.”

“Don’t scare me.”

He hugged her close. “I don’t mean to. This is a nice room,” he said, looking around. I like the way it feels.”

“What’s your home like?” she asked, imagining something opulent and way out of her league.

“Oh, it’s just a condo. Living room, bedroom, bath, efficiency kitchen with a breakfast bar. I bought it because I didn’t feel like renting, but I haven’t done anything with it.

“Does it have a wonderful view?” she asked, imagining a panoramic view of the lakefront.

“No, it overlooks the railroad tracks. Really, it’s nothing special. It’s still the standard builders’ white with brown wall-to-wall carpeting.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

He shrugged. Nothing feels like home, really. Not enough to make the effort.” He must have noticed her expression of non-comprehension because he said, “I grew up in boarding school, then went to Cambridge, so home was an abstract to me. The only place that ever really felt like home was the little apartment Siobhan and I shared. It was only a couple of rooms, but she made it beautiful. Nothing else has ever felt right to me.”

Sophia propped herself up on one elbow and stared down at him. “You know what? We’re going to decorate.”

“Nah.”

“Yes. We’re going to make your condo feel like home to you because you deserve that much. Look, you’ve been so good to me, let me repay you by pulling something together for you. I’d enjoy it, and once we’re finished, so will you.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m positive.” It felt like the least she could do for him.

That afternoon they went over to look at his condo, and Sophia had to admit that it was tragically dull. “First thing, we pick out colors,” she told him. She dug her fan deck out of her purse and put it on the breakfast bar. “This is one of my most prized possessions. Pick out colors you like.”

“I don’t know,” he said as he made a pot of coffee.”

“All right then, we’ll start with blues. Everyone likes blue.”

But it was like pulling teeth until she got him to commit to one beautiful shade of teal, a rich, dark blue-green that made him smile. “I can work with this,” she told him.

They went out and picked up a few gallons of paint, and by dinner time, the living room was a beautiful semi-gloss peacock color.

“I don’t know about this,” he said, looking around.

“That’s because we’ve only just started. Tomorrow we buy drapes, lamps, a rug, and some chairs. Your sofa is fine.” It was a dark chocolate leather. Sophia wondered why men liked leather furniture so much, but at least it was a good color.

Once she’d begun to add in the other colors — orange-red, gold, dark brown — Daniel began to get the feel of the process, and started to pick out things he liked. He found a beautiful stained glass table lamp in shades of blue green and amber, and picked out a red-lacquered chest that worked as an end table.

The process took several weeks, during which time, Daniel took a lively interest in the way the room was starting to look. He even cadged a few antique pieces out of his parents and moved things around to accommodate them. He proved to have a good eye, and she complimented him on it every day.

And at night, they slept in his builders’ white bedroom, learning each other in ways Sophia had never imagined she could know another human being. Nothing was ever said about the future, but for the present, things were good, better than she’d ever thought they could be.

She told herself this was temporary, that they were enjoying each other’s company, but in the end, she and Daniel belonged to different worlds. One day they would simply stop being lovers. Perhaps they would stay friends, she hoped that would be the case, but if they didn’t, she knew she’d always remember this time as a happy one.

She was seeing Doctor Forster on a regular basis, and the specter of Phil was beginning to lose some of its power over her. She learned that she was far from alone in all this, that lots of people had controlling partners or stalkers, or abusers, but that there was help available. She began to sort out all the lies he’d told her, and eventually she began to understand that she was actually worthy of being loved by someone good and honest.

She wished it could be Daniel, but knew that if she put too much hope into their relationship, when it went south she would be devastated.

They had finished decorating the bathroom in the condo; Sophia had allowed her sense of whimsy to guide here there, and with Daniel’s permission she decorated the tub and walls with flat-backed glass stones in blues and greens, and painted the walls a beautiful ultramarine blue. It made the room dark, but she covered every inch of available space with remote-controlled candles so with one click of the remote, the room was filled with warm, golden light.

Bathing in there together was a delight, soaking in the hot water, listening to music on the bluetooth speakers she installed.

She had just begun to pick out the colors and the tile for the kitchen remodel when her hard-won peace of mind was shattered. She arrived at the condo one afternoon to find Phil waiting for her in the vestibule.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “You’re not welcome.”

“I know that, but I can’t let that stop me from warning you.”

“You have nothing to say to me.” She tried to push past him but he grabbed her arm.

“He’s using you, Sophie. Guys like that can have any woman in the world, beautiful, talented women. What do you think he wants you for?”

“Let go of me. I mean it.” She tried to sound firm, but inside the tiny voice of her insecurity was starting to whisper to her and she knew she had to make the right choice or all her hard work would be for nothing.

“You’re temporary. You’re just for bed while he goes about his business.”

“Stop that. You’re vile.”

“What do you think he could possibly see in you? I love you, so it doesn’t matter to me that you’re dull and not really beautiful. It’s what’s inside that counts with me. He’s laughing at you, Sophie.”

She stared at him, at his face, contorted and ugly with rage and jealousy, and spoke the truth, knowing that it might cost her dearly. “You don’t love me. You never did. You just want someone you can control.”

“I do. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. Sophie, come back to me. I’ll do better. I swear I will”

“No. Go away, Phil.” She gave him a shove and he stumbled backwards a few steps, and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a gun.

“I mean it,” he said. “I’d rather see us both dead than see you throw yourself away on him.”

She should have been more frightened, but it all felt like a dream to her. “No,” she said quietly. “You’re not going to frighten me anymore. I don’t believe a word you say, Phil. Not one. I’m not stupid or ugly, I have talents. I have friends who care about me. You can’t make me feel like nothing anymore. I won’t give you that power again.”

“I mean it,” he said, but his voice was shaking, and so was his hand.