Woman in a Sheikh's World(3)

       
           



       

Jenny grinned. 'Which has been full of-'

'Exactly.' With her free hand, Avery closed down the spreadsheet on her  computer before she could insert any more errors. 'Take Chloe to help at  the Senator's party. We need to cure her of being star-stuck. It will  be good experience for her to mingle with celebrities and she can help  out if the doves become incontinent.'

'Why don't you let us do the Zubran wedding without you?'

'Because then everyone will say that I can't cope and, worse than that-' she bit her lip '-Mal will think I can't cope.'

Was he still angry with her? He'd been furious, those hooded black eyes  as moody as a sky threatening a terrible storm. And she'd been equally  angry with him. It had been a clash from which neither of them had  pulled back.

Jenny looked at her. 'You miss him, don't you?'

Yes. 'I miss the sex. And the rows.'

'You miss the rows?'

Avery caught Jenny's disbelieving glance and shrugged. 'They were  mentally stimulating. Mal is super-bright. Some people do crosswords to  keep their minds alert. I like a good argument. Comes of having a mother  who is a lawyer. We didn't talk at the dinner table, we debated.'

'I know. I still remember the one time you invited me for tea.' Jenny  shuddered. 'It was a terrifying experience. But it does explain why you  can't admit that you cared for the Prince. Your mother dedicated her  life to ending marriages.'

'They were already broken when she got involved.'

Jenny closed her book. 'So this wedding is fine with you? Pride is going  to finish you off, you know that, don't you? That and your  overachieving personality-another thing I blame your mother for.'

'I thank my mother. She made me the woman I am.'

'A raving perfectionist who is truly messed up about men?'

'I won't apologise for wanting to do a job properly and I am not messed  up about men. Just because I'm the child of a strong single parent-'

'Avery, I love you, but you're messed up. That one time I came for tea,  your mum was arguing the case for doing away with men altogether. Did  she ever even tell you the identity of your father? Did she?'

The feelings came from nowhere. Suddenly she was back in the playground  again, surrounded by children who asked too many questions.

Yes, she knew who her father was. And she remembered the night her  mother had told her the truth as vividly as if it had happened just  yesterday. Remembered the way the strength had oozed from her limbs and  the sickness rose in her stomach.

She didn't look at Jenny. 'My father has never been part of my life.'

'Presumably because your mother didn't want him interfering! She scared  him away, didn't she?' Jenny was still in full flow. 'The woman is  bright as the sun and mad as a bunch of bananas. And don't kid yourself  that you had to say yes to this party. You did the launch party for the  Zubran Ferrara Spa Resort. That was enough to prove that you're not  losing sleep over the Prince.'

The knot in Avery's stomach tightened but part of her was just relieved  that the conversation had moved away from the topic of her father.  'There was no reason to say no. I wish Mal nothing but happiness with  his virgin princess.' There was a buzzing sound in her head. She had to  stop talking about Mal. It was doing awful things to her insides. Now  she had hearing problems. 'I'm doing the wedding party and then that  will be it.' Then everyone would stop speculating that she was broken  hearted because of a man. 'You call him, Jen. Tell him I'm out of the  country or something. Find out what he wants and sort it out.'

'Does his bride really have to be a virgin?' Jenny sounded curious and Avery felt something twist in her stomach.

'I think she does. Pure. Untouched by human hand. Obedient in all things. His to command.'

Jenny laughed. 'How on earth did you and the Prince ever sustain a relationship?'

'It was  …  fiery. I'm better at being the commander than the commanded.'  The buzzing sound grew louder and she suddenly realised that it wasn't  coming from her head, but from outside. 'Someone is using the helipad.  We don't have a client flying in today, do we?'

As Jenny shook her head, Avery turned to look, but the helicopter was  out of view, landing above her. 'It must be someone visiting one of the  other businesses in our building.'

Flanked by armed bodyguards, Mal strode from the helicopter. 'Which floor?'                       
       
           



       

'Top floor, sir. Executive suite, but-'

'I'll go alone. Wait here for me.'

'But, Your Highness, you can't-'

'It's a party planning company,' Mal drawled, wondering why they  couldn't see the irony. 'Who, exactly, is going to threaten my safety in  a party planning company? Will I be the victim of a balloon assault?  Drowned in champagne? Rest assured, if I encounter danger in the  stairwell, I'll deal with it.' Without giving his security guards an  opportunity to respond he strode into the building.

Avery had done well for herself since they'd parted company, he thought,  and the dull ache that was always with him grew just a little bit more  intense as did the anger. She'd chosen this, her business, over their  relationship.

But he couldn't allow himself to think about that. He'd long since  recognised the gulf between personal wishes and duty. After years  pursuing the first, he was now committed to the second. Which was why  this visit was professional, not personal.

If he knew Avery as well as he thought he did, then pride would prevent  her from throwing him out of her office or slapping his face. He was  banking on it. Or maybe she no longer cared enough to do either.

Maybe she'd never cared enough and that was just another thing he'd been wrong about.

Mal passed no one in the stairwell and emerged onto the top floor,  through a set of glass doors that guarded the corporate headquarters of  Avery Scott's highly successful events planning company, Dance and Dine.

This was the hub of her operation. The nerve centre of an organisation  devoted to pleasure but run with military precision. From here, Avery  Scott organised parties for the rich and famous. She'd built her  business on hard work and sheer nerve, turning down business that wasn't  consistent with her vision for her company. As a result of making  herself exclusive, her services were so much in demand that a party  organized by Avery Scott was often booked years in advance, a status  symbol among those able to afford her.

It was the first time he'd visited her offices and he could see  instantly that the surroundings reflected the woman. Sleek, contemporary  and elegant. A statement of a successful, confident high achiever.

A woman who needed no one.

His mouth tightened.

She certainly hadn't needed him.

The foyer was a glass atrium at the top of the building and light  flooded through the glass onto exotic plants and shimmered on low  contemporary sofas. A pretty girl sat behind the elegantly curved  reception desk, answering the phones as they rang.

For this visit he'd chosen to wear a suit rather than the more  traditional robes but apparently that did nothing to conceal his  identity because the moment the receptionist saw him she shot to her  feet, panicked and star struck in equal measure.

'Your Highness! You're  …  ohmigod-'

'Not God,' Mal said and then frowned as the colour faded from her cheeks. 'Are you all right?'

'No. I don't think so. I've never met a Prince in the flesh before.' She  pressed her hand to her chest and then fanned herself. 'I feel a bit-'  She swayed and Mal moved quickly, catching her before she hit the  ground.

Torn between exasperation and amusement, he sat her in her chair and  pushed her head gently downwards. 'Lean forward. Now breathe. That's it.  You'll soon feel better. Can I get you a glass of water?'

'No.' She squeaked the word. 'Thank you for catching me. You're  obviously every bit as strong as you look. Hope you didn't put your back  out.'

Mal felt a flash of amusement. 'My back is fine.'

'This is seriously embarrassing. I should be curtseying or something,  not fainting at your feet.' She lifted her head. 'I presume you're here  to see Miss Scott. I don't suppose there is any chance you could not  mention this? I'm supposed to be cool with celebrities and famous  people. As you can see, it's still a work in progress.'

'My lips are sealed.' Smiling, Mal straightened. 'Sit there and recover.  I'll find her myself.' At least the receptionist hadn't pretended her  boss wasn't in the building, which was good because his extremely  efficient security team had already confirmed that she was here. The  fact that she'd refused to pick up the phone had added another couple of  coals to his already burning temper but he wasn't about to take that  out on this girl. He only fought with people as strong as him and he  rarely met anyone who fitted that description.

Fortunately Avery Scott was more than capable of handling anything he  dished out. She was the strongest woman he'd ever met. Nothing shook  that icy composure. Apparently not even the fact that he was marrying  another woman.