poured through her. She tried to remain calmâfor the baby, if nothing elseâbut it was impossible. Every nerve in her body went on alert. She couldnât see or hear anyone but him.
An unbearable combination of pleasure and pain filled her. Pleasure at seeing him again and pain for how much sheâd missed him in the time theyâd been apart.
He approached slowly, steadily, as if she were prey he stalked. The man was impossible, she thought frantically. Impossibly tall, impossibly good-looking, impossibly tempting in bed.
The last time sheâd been here, desire had overwhelmed good sense. She had hoped that her months away would have given her a little more backbone. Obviously, sheâd hoped in vain. Her first impulse was to throw herself into his arms and beg him to take her right there up against the wall in front of God and everyone. Her second impulse was to run.
Sadik paused in front of her. His perfectly tailored suit probably cost more than sheâd made in the past couple of months. She didnât doubt his shoes cost more than her yearly rent. She had nothing in common with this man, and forgetting that would only lead to heartache.
âCleo,â he said. His low, sexy voice made her break out in goose bumps.
âSadik. Nice to see you.â She tried for a casual smile and had a feeling that she fell short. Oh, well.
His dark gaze swept over her, starting at the top of her head where he frowned slightly at her spiky blond hair, past her face to her body where he lingered on her breasts and hips.
She didnât have anyoneâs ideal of the perfect figure, unless one studied Rubensian paintings, yet Prince Sadik had made it very clear that he found every inch of her desirable. Even now, just looking at her, he spoke his pleasure in her curves and softness. His desire made her melt. She wanted to beg him to pick up where theyâd left off. A last flicker of common sense kept her silent.
Aside from the fact that getting involved with him again would be incredibly stupid, one look at her naked body would tell him there had been some pretty significant changes since theyâd last done the wild thing.
A muscle twitched in his jaw. It was a small betrayal of his tension, but it gave Cleo courage. At least she wasnât the only one hanging on by a thread.
He nodded at Zara, then turned on his heel and returned the way he had come. Cleo was left with the feeling that heâd wanted to check her outâmaybe to see if their passion was alive and well, which it was. She wasnât sure if heâd found that good or bad news.
Chapter Two
âW ell?â Zara asked when they resumed their stroll to the guest quarters. âAny sparks left between you two?â
âNot really,â Cleo lied. âI mean, dating a prince was interesting the first time around, but itâs so not me.â She forced herself to smile. âIâm hardly princess material.â
âYou could be.â
âOn what planet?â
Zara smiled. âOkay, I get your point. Fitting in here isnât that easy, and believe me, Iâve been trying for the past four months. I guess the rich and powerful really are different.â
Cleo couldnât help laughing. âZara, youâre the college professor in the family and you just now figured that out? Thereâs something wrong with you.â
Zara grinned. âHey, Iâm a princess. You canât talk to me like that.â
âExcuse me, but Iâm your sister. I can do whatever I want.â
Zara sighed and linked arms with Cleo. âIâve missed you so much. Itâs so great to have you here. I finally feel as if I have someone on my side in this crazy place. Itâs taken a whole lot longer to adjust than I would have thought.â
âWhy are you surprised? You went from being a small-town girl to living in a royal palace, halfway around the world. Oh, and you happened to find