Maharaja's Mistress. Susan StephensЧитать онлайн книгу.
was so comfortable with him—
Comfortable? Did that explain a rocketing heartbeat when she thought about him?
‘Have you collected your thoughts?’ Xheni prompted.
Her thoughts had been in disarray since the rally. She could never have predicted that one phone call to Ram could change her life, forcing her to ask herself all sorts of questions.
‘Don’t look so worried,’ one of the girls said, putting her arm around her. ‘We promise to fire questions at you only until we run out of them.’
Mia had to laugh. ‘And that’s likely to happen.’
She should stop worrying and take this as a sign of how far she’d come. The girls had been part of her recovery and she was grateful to them. She’d lost her confidence along with her sight and had asked everyone, including her family, to leave her alone while she worked out how to go forward. How could an interior designer face the world blind? How could she face the world blind? When the sight in one eye returned she should have been grateful. She should have been down on her knees thanking God for his mercy. She had her life, her health, and the sight in one eye. Wasn’t that enough when she could so easily have been killed? But she hadn’t felt grateful. She had felt bitter and depressed, and had only wanted to spare those who loved her from the fallout, and so she’d left home. Her dream of leaving her mark on the world had felt as if it was over. And as for her dream of sailing into the sunset with a man like Ram Varindha—
Well, he’d hardly want her now, Mia reflected, checking her eyepatch was in place.
‘Well, come on, then,’ Xheni prompted. ‘Tell us about the Maharaja.’
How could she begin to tell them about Ram when he had flashed across her world like the brightest of comets leaving her to clutch in vain at his sparkling dust? When Ram had left England she’d known she would never get over it. There would be no more ridiculous birthday cards, or phone calls requesting a taxi for a maharajah and his elephant—no one twanging her old lute, or whistling ‘My Girl’ ever again—
‘Start with how you came to be driving in the rally with him,’ one of the girls insisted.
‘Or how you came to know Ram would be driving in it,’ Xheni interrupted, wide-eyed, nudging her friend. ‘Well, we’re waiting,’ she said as one by one the girls settled down. ‘We want to know everything about Ram. And you can leave out all the boring bits like what he likes to eat—unless that’s you.’
The girls had completely thrown her out of the past and into the present, and as they laughed their agreement she spluttered, pulling a face. ‘I’m hardly his type.’ Putting it mildly.
‘Who says?’ Xheni demanded. ‘Have you ever put him to the test?’ Resting her chin on the heel of her hand, the pretty young model leaned forward.
‘And how am I supposed to do that?’
‘Hold his gaze…Moisten your lips…’
The girls cheered as Xheni gave a practical example.
‘That would have worked well if I’d tried it out on a hairpin bend—’ And was easy enough for Xheni to say. Like all the girls Mia shared an apartment with, Xheni was stunning and accepted male attention as her due. ‘Anyway, I’m sure he’s got better things to do—’
‘Which is why he asked you out on a date,’ Xheni interrupted.
‘It’s hardly a date,’ Mia argued. ‘It’s more of a debriefing session.’
‘Excellent!’ Xheni screamed to filthy laughter from the other girls.
‘Believe what you will—’
‘Oh, we will,’ the girls assured her, exchanging glances. When Ram was in town there was a buzz of sexual excitement in the air; they’d all felt it.
‘I still want to know how you came to fall for Ram—because you have,’ Xheni insisted, looking to the other girls for agreement.
‘We all have,’ they chorused, hugging themselves as their vivid imaginations got to work.
‘What about the rally?’ Xheni prompted. ‘What did that feel like—pressed up close to him in such a highly charged and dangerous situation?’
Mia pretended bewilderment. ‘We were professional,’ she protested, blushing. ‘How either of us felt about the other had nothing to do with the rally—we just got on with it—’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ the girls chorused.
Mia wasn’t ready to admit how she’d felt—or that she was still coming to terms with how deeply Ram had affected her.
‘A professional situation, huh?’ Xheni teased her. ‘Okay, so let’s start at the beginning and work up to that boring old professional bit.’
Mia shrugged. What could she tell them?
All the bits she didn’t allow herself to dwell on—like filling in the gaps of Tom’s engagement party? When selecting an appropriate look for the evening hadn’t involved finding a suitable eyepatch to wear with her going-out dress…
‘Ram was my brother’s school friend, and things really came to a head on the night of Tom’s engagement party—’
‘Sex was in the air,’ Xheni advised the other girls.
Mia shook her head firmly. ‘We’re talking about my brother and his wife. Love was in the air—’
‘Even better,’ Xheni approved.
The other girls sighed theatrically, but their mischievous glances weren’t lost on Mia, who sat up. ‘If you won’t be serious,’ she warned, pretending stern, ‘I won’t tell you anything.’ She waited for silence, realising just how long she had shut out the details of that night. ‘I was all dressed up in my party frock—’
‘White lace and silk ribbons,’ one of the girls supplied dreamily.
‘We were scholarship kids, remember? My parents lived on the breadline, and even if they did keep up appearances in the crumbling family pile the best they could do for me was a hand-me-down with a rip beneath one arm that my mother stitched up for me. The dress was faded blue and the only thread my mother had was red, but she assured me no one would notice.’
‘Except Ram did,’ Xheni guessed.
‘Because he couldn’t stop looking at you,’ another girl suggested with a sigh.
‘Only to check I wasn’t chewing gum. Anyway, who’s telling this story?’ Mia demanded.
‘Go on,’ the girls begged her, thoroughly enthralled now.
‘Okay,’ Mia agreed, sighing as she remembered. ‘When Ram arrived I was surprised when he took me to one side.’
‘But you quickly adapted to this new development,’ Xheni said hopefully.
‘Of course. I explained I couldn’t leave the entrance hall,’ Mia continued, refusing to be sidetracked.
‘What?’ the girls demanded to Xheni’s moan of despair.
‘My job was to greet my parents’ guests and show everyone where to go.’
There was a chorus of groans, which Xheni quickly shushed.
‘Ram insisted on seeing me in private—and so I showed him into the library.’
‘The library?’ Xheni exclaimed with despair, but when something wistful came into Mia’s face all the girls fell silent.
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