Propositioned By The Prince: The Prince's Pregnant Bride. Jennifer LewisЧитать онлайн книгу.
when he was king. Many of our teachers received scholarships to study abroad, and brought their knowledge back to Rahiri.”
“But your father’s a professor, isn’t he?” AJ leaned closer, until his masculine scent tickled her nostrils.
What was he trying to prove?
“Of geology. He encouraged me in my studies, and I was going to read history at the university, but I left my studies when I became queen.”
Vanu hadn’t liked to see her with her head in a book. He said such a pretty head should be completely empty.
“You should start again. Why not?” He shrugged.
“I never had the patience for school. I’m at my best running around on a set.” “You’re happy in L.A.?”
“Ecstatically so. I can honestly say I don’t miss Rahiri one bit.”
“Your mom misses you.”
“I know. That’s why she comes up with so many excuses for shopping trips to Rodeo Drive.” He grinned. “I enjoy her visits and I think she single-handedly keeps the U.S. economy afloat.”
“Is this your first visit to Rahiri since the wedding?”
“Yes. Maybe I should feel bad, but I’m busy and I don’t fit in here.” He pushed a hand through his thick black hair and leaned back in the woven armchair. The heavy muscling of his body was visible even inside his dark suit.
She was still surprised that he hadn’t visited once. And they expected him to become king?
Not very likely. Which meant she was off the hook as his wife.
She blew out a long, slow, silent breath. The sooner he left, the better.
“It is beautiful here, though.” He stared out at the mist-shrouded horizon, a crevice of gold and blue sky nestled between rainforest-covered hills. A toucan flew up into a nearby baobab tree, its bright beak held aloft. “I’d forgotten how beautiful it is.”
His mom’s quest to convince him to stay continued unrelentingly over the following days and nights.
“Here, sweetheart, have some coconut stars.” Her favorite treat hovered under AJ’s nose on their tooled silver platter.
“No, thanks, Mom, really.” After three days of funerary feasting, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to eat again. “Did I tell you my plane leaves at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow? “
“What?” Her eyes widened with horror. “You can’t. You’ve barely had time to get to know Lani.”
He glanced around, making sure the woman in question was nowhere nearby. “I’ve spent hours and hours with her. She’s sweet.”
“And she’ll be a good queen, with you as her king.” His mom folded her arms. Her gold bangles clinked together.
“Not possible.”
“Not only is it possible, it is inevitable.” Steel shimmered in his mom’s voice and gleamed in her eyes. “Although it took a tragedy to bring you together, you and Lani are destined to be together.”
“I’m destined to begin post-production on Hellcat Four: The Aftermath in three weeks’ time. And after that, if the funding comes together, I’ll be making Dragon Chaser part five.”
His mom waved her hand, jangling her bracelets. “Part four, part five. What will it matter if there are so many already? There is only one Rahiri, and you are our ruler.”
“People are counting on me. There’s a lot at stake.”
“My sentiments exactly.” She leaned in, giving him a whiff of her familiar honeysuckle perfume. “We’re all counting on you. I am counting on you.”
AJ’s back tightened. No one here had counted on him for anything before. He wasn’t the heir, the chosen one. Now suddenly everything had changed, but he was still the same person inside.
His mom grabbed his arm. “Here comes Lani. Don’t tell her you’re leaving. You’re not leaving.”
AJ jerked his arm back. “I’m leaving. But I’ll be nice to Lani before I go.”
He smiled at the stunning young widow as she walked into the room, her embroidered pale-gold dress gleaming in the candlelight. Gold earrings glittered in her lobes and a ruby hovered at her throat. Decked out for sacrifice.
His stomach turned that she was so willing to go along with his mother’s foolish plot. Did she have no spine? Did she want no say in the choice of her future husband?
“Hey, Lani.”
“Hello, AJ.” Her head dipped slightly, deferential, which annoyed him all the more. He liked women with some spunk, some fire.
“Come with me.” He threaded his arm though hers and led her from the room. Away from his mother’s anxious ears.
He ignored a flicker of heat from the touch of his skin against hers. He could not possibly be attracted to this shrinking violet barely out of another man’s arms.
They walked through a high doorway and out into a palace courtyard ringed with potted palms. “You’re too nice, you know.”
“I… I…” Her hesitation irked him further.
“Can’t you say anything for yourself, can’t you speak your mind?” His growl startled her.
She glanced up, honey-colored eyes wide. Was she afraid of him?
“I’m sorry.” She bit her full, pink lip. A flash of heat to his groin sent a surge of fury through AJ. Just because she had a pretty face did not mean she’d make a good wife. Maybe she deserved to be married off to some stranger.
A silky lock of gold-hued hair fell forward as she hung her head.
He had no interest in how that hair would feel under his palms, or trailing over his chest as she crouched over him, maybe panting slightly, golden eyes wide with desire.
Because that would never happen.
He scowled and turned away. “I’m flying out tomorrow. You’re on your own, sister.”
“What?” Her voice rang across the room, high and breathless.
He spun around to face her. “You heard me. I’m done playing my part in this charade. You and I have nothing whatsoever in common, and I have no intention of sacrificing both our lives on the altar of Rahiian tradition. I’m going back to my real life.”
She blinked, speechless. Hardly a surprise. She didn’t have much to say for herself at the best of times. But her cheeks reddened. “You dislike me.”
Her words sent a fist of guilt to AJ’s gut. She hadn’t actually done anything wrong, after all. She’d been trying so hard to be a sweet Rahiian maiden.
Shame he couldn’t stand sweet Rahiian maidens.
Her ruby shone bloodred at her throat. Set in an ornate gold setting, the royal jewel had probably been worn by many sacrificial lambs before her. He pitied and despised these women, so ready to give their whole lives to the service of a man. For a country that didn’t care if they lived or died.
He stared down at her—she barely came up to his shoulder—and cocked his head. “You’re too… nice.”
“I’m not nice at all. Really.” The words rushed out. Was she so afraid of failing in her royal duty? “I mean, I try to be, but…”
Words failed her once again. The pink flush of her cheeks gave the inappropriate impression that she was aroused. Her lips, parted in protest, looked full and ripe, ready for kissing. The look in her eyes, glossy with terror, could easily be mistaken for a gaze shimmering with need. Desire crept over him like the tropical heat, uncoiling in his belly, unfurling along with his fury over this crazy situation.