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At first she thought it ht be the soup and salad she’d ordered from room service, but instead she found Di there, her ars and shoe boxes
‘Dimitri said you’d need these,’ she said as Erin invited her in
Erin stared at the bags in confusion ‘What are they?’
‘Clothes suitable for staying in a country with clothing restrictions a little id than our own’
Erin nodded She guessed what Sofia meant was that her own everyday clothes would be completely unsuitable for a stay in a royal palace Her ordinary jeans and sweaters and dresses—bought in chain stores or online—would highlight a relative poverty which ht reflect badly on Dimitri If she was supposed to be the secretary to one of the world’s richest men, it followed she would need to look the part Erin watched as Sofia pulled a full-length fitted gown froave an instinctive little murmur of pleasure
‘How did you know my size?’ she questioned as she leaned forward to touch it, her fingertips skating over the exquisitely embroidered silk dress
‘I had a rough idea from the way my jeans fitted you—or didn’t fit you!—but it was Dihtly e
Erin gave a wry suessed With the amount of women Dimitri had bedded, he could probably work out a woman’s measurements to within the nearest centimetre
Sofia left soon after and Erin picked at a supper she didn’t really want, before getting into the largest and softest bed she’d ever seen Except that she couldn’t sleep She kept thinking back over the things Dimitri had said The way he’d described himself as Mr Respectable and her natural reluctance to believe him Or maybe she didn’t dare believe him Because how could a red-blooded sinner like him suddenly become a bona fide saint?
The hotel was deathly quiet and she glanced at her watch and gri up the TV’s reht pictures appeared on the giant screen and she lay there listening to the drone of the announcer until she must have dropped off, because she awoke to the sound of her phone ringing
It was Sofia, telling her that the car aiting outside to take her to the airport and that Dimitri would meet her there
‘And I hope’ Sofia hesitated ‘I hope you have a lovely vacation in Jazratan’
‘Vacation’ wouldn’t have been Erin’s word of choice as one of Dimitri’s powerful jets thundered down the runway and soared up into the cloudless autumn sky And she didn’t feel remotely vacation-like when the plane touched down on Jazratan soil eight hours later They had exchanged feords during the long flight, but that hadn’t stopped her fro uncomfortably aware of his presence Especially when he’d first seen her in the full-length e more difficult than usual The soft silk revealed no flesh whatsoever, but Erin had felt almost naked as those blue eyes burned into her
She hated the way her body tingled in response, as if it ritten into her DNA that she should desire hier in his eyes
She’d tried to read ain a single word She found herself ridiculously grateful when he fell asleep and for once his hard face softened And even though she’d tried not to, it had been impossible not to drink in the carved beauty of his proud features—until one of the stewards had appeared and she’d been forced to hastily avert her gaze
Her body felt stiff as the aircraft doors were pushed open and her sense of detachures waiting to greet them Nervously, she sun to react to the dense blanket of heat which hit the heat and the vivid blue sky were so different froland, and she’d never gone aithout Leo before She thought about her son back in London and felt a sudden pang as she turned to Di his hair into an abundance of deepest gold and she thought his eyes had never looked quite so blue ‘ILeo’
‘I think it had better wait until we have reached the royal palace,’ he said ‘There’s a certain ah before you start pulling out your cell phone’
This can’t be happening, Erin thought as she was ushered into the first of a convoy of vehicles by the light press of Dimitri’s hand at her spine I can’t be in an air-conditioned car so cold that it feels like travelling in an icebox, while outside there are pal behind them as they move across the dusty sands