“But the media will speculate as to her identity.”
“I would recommend taking an unmarked car on the tour,” his mother said dryly. “And offering no one Aaliyah’s name.”
“My keeping company with a hotel maid will cause a scandal and we do not need another one of those.” He’d spent the past two days working nonstop to put a lid on the one they were facing already.
“It was my understanding that she was a floor supervisor?”
“On the housekeeping staff.” How could his mother not see what a disaster waiting to happen this outing was?
“Do not be a snob, Sayed. It is unbecoming.”
He wasn’t sure which bothered him more, his mother’s words or the fact that Aaliyah had dropped her hand from his arm and taken several steps away from him.
“I am not.” He turned to Aaliyah, uncaring for the moment if his mother understood his thoughts.
Aaliyah’s feelings were uppermost in his mind right then.
She’d made an effort to school her features into an emotionless mask. However, it did not hide the hurt deep in her emerald eyes. Not from him, anyway.
He moved toward her, drawn by an irresistible need to wipe that pain from her gaze. “Aaliyah—”
“Don’t.” She put her hand up. “Whatever you think you need to say, don’t. While I appreciate Queen Durrah’s concern for my entertainment, I am not your guest.”
Aaliyah sidestepped, managing to put more space between them and move closer to the door. “I am not your friend. You have absolutely no obligation to spend time with me. There is no reason for you to give up your afternoon.”
“My son is a better host than that,” his mother inserted firmly.
Aaliyah shook her head, giving his mother a sad little smile that made him want to swear. “While I appreciate your earlier offer of a car and driver and this latest attempt to provide me with a tour guide, in three days we’ll do the blood test and discover I’m not pregnant.”
Regardless of words that sounded heartless as his own mind replayed them, Sayed wanted to protest. He was fighting what felt like a hopeless rearguard action to emotions he could not allow himself to feel.
Oblivious to his conflicted thoughts, Aaliyah continued, “Then I will move to a hotel and explore my mother’s homeland to my heart’s content. Until then, I am fine with not leaving the palace and making as little impact here as possible.”
“There is no reason for you to be sequestered in the palace, much less the harem.”
“I mean no offense, but I’m afraid I must disagree, Queen Durrah. Sayed is right. There is every reason. If you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my room now. I downloaded a new book on the reader Sayed gave me.”
“How generous of my son to provide you with books to read,” his mother said, sarcasm making her usually soft tones clipped.
Aaliyah just shrugged and left without waiting for either he or his mother to dismiss her from their presence.
CHAPTER TWELVE