Maharaja's Mistress. Susan StephensЧитать онлайн книгу.
Alive? She felt properly alive for the first time since…for ever. ‘Did you see our time? According to my calculations we just knocked a good three seconds off last year’s record.’
‘Not bad,’ Ram agreed. ‘And good to see you did your homework,’ he added wryly.
Would he expect anything less of her? Slanting a glance at him, Mia guessed not.
But then he started laughing.
‘What’s so funny?’ she demanded.
‘I think you must have forgotten that I can hear every sound you make through the headphones—’
‘Every—’ Mia’s cheeks fired up.
‘Every sigh and gasp—every sexy little groan you make,’ Ram confirmed, staring at her with unbearable male smugness.
‘Well, I can see why that might amuse you,’ Mia agreed. ‘Though…sexy little groan? I don’t recognise that. I can only conclude you’re going deaf and need to turn your microphone up.’
‘And I’m equally sure you need your heat control turned down.’
Chapter Five
THE podium was bathed in sunshine. The crowd had gathered. The jeroboam of champagne that had been waiting on ice all day was ready to be uncorked and the winners were lining up. But Mia and Ram were still standing in the crowd. ‘Ram, you should be up there—what happened?’
‘Penalty points.’
‘For what?’ Mia demanded with outrage.
‘Taking you on at such short notice. It was a wonder they let me race at all. My powers of persuasion,’ he said to Mia’s unspoken question. ‘But these are time trials, so I lost out in the final calculation.’
‘That’s so unfair.’
‘That’s just how it is.’
‘Ram, I’m really sorry.’
‘Don’t be. I wouldn’t have been able to enter the race at all if you hadn’t stepped forward.’
‘Someone else would have.’
Ram shrugged, and it thrilled her to see his dark eyes glowing with amusement as he stared down at her. ‘But I wouldn’t have had half so much fun.’
‘Hmm. So you don’t mind our not winning?’
‘I’ll settle for a hug.’
The breath shot out of her lungs as Ram dragged her close, but then right on cue his glossy cheerleaders found them. ‘Shall I leave you to your fan club?’
Ram laughed. ‘You dare.’ He steered her away from the squawking women.
‘Are you using me to put those women off?’
He groaned. ‘Am I so obvious?’
‘Yep.’
‘Can you bear to leave the trophy behind?’ he teased her as they walked past the podium.
‘Silverware needs such a lot of cleaning—but I still think you should have received some sort of prize. Your time was way faster than the rest.’
‘I did receive some sort of prize,’ Ram informed her.
How had she allowed herself to be talked into this? Racing with Ram was one thing, but now she was going out to dinner with him? Just the usual celebration after the race, Ram had assured her—and it had seemed rude to say no. There was nothing special about it—all the teams would be out tonight and it would look odd if she and Ram weren’t seen about town—
Oh, really?
Frustrated? Her libido was pinging off the walls, which, admittedly, should have been all the warning she needed to turn down Ram’s invitation, but he was so decisive and she was so…Maybe there were stronger women than her around—sensible, level-headed women, who would…
Who would definitely trample each other in the rush for the chance of a date with Ram.
She loved her flatmates, Mia realised when they greeted her at the door with squeals of excitement. ‘We saw you on TV—You were great! So cool—The car was hot! The Maharaja was hotter than hell—’
She laughed as they dragged her inside, all talking at once. Mia had never been a girly girl, but her new friends had adopted her and treated her as one of them. They despaired of her refusal to follow trends, but lapped up her energy, just as they had lapped up Mia’s emergency call demanding they find her a hot dress fast.
‘We’re going to clean up your act and send you out looking like a princess,’ a pretty, dark-haired eastern European called Xheni who had recently been scouted by one of the top model agencies assured her.
‘Princess Patch?’ Mia suggested.
‘Start with a shower,’ Xheni insisted, ignoring Mia’s comment as she bundled her towards the bathroom. ‘You smell of engine oil.’
‘Don’t stint on the compliments.’ Mia was still laughing when the other girls overruled this and, catching hold of her, dragged her the other way into their tiny, cluttered sitting room.
‘You have to talk before you shower,’ they insisted. ‘And make sure you leave nothing out.’
Xheni was happy to concede defeat. ‘I suppose you can sit and chat for a while. If it gets too bad we can always light a scented candle.’
Shrieks of unladylike laughter greeted this comment as they all collapsed in a heap on the sofa with Mia in the middle of the group.
‘All right. I give up,’ Mia announced. ‘What do you want to know?’
‘You can’t just ring us and say you need a hot dress in a hurry without expecting us to conduct our own investigations,’ Xheni explained, holding Mia down when she made a sly bid to escape. ‘So stop acting cool and pretending like there’s nothing special happening tonight when we all know you’re meeting the Maharaja—’
‘Who told you I was meeting Ram?’
‘Ah, Ram,’ Xheni said triumphantly, seizing on Mia’s use of the notorious royal’s first name. ‘Guilty as charged,’ she exclaimed, exchanging glances with their friends. ‘Monsieur Michel told us, of course. Who do you think? He’s so excited for you.’
Mia huffed dismissively. ‘Well, he needn’t be.’
‘Come on—give us the juice,’ Xheni insisted, ignoring Mia’s protests.
The juice…Mia spared a moment for a wistful smile. If she had to go back to the beginning there were things she would rather forget—like Ram saying he would never forget her, when he clearly had for all those years. And now it seemed she was determined to throw herself back in his path again—and not like a naive schoolgirl with a crush, but like a deerhound on the trail of some juicy prey. Seeing Ram again had fired all her latent lust and directed it towards him like a heat-seeking missile.
Not that Ram was interested. Asking her out for dinner was just him being nice—
Ram nice?
Okay. To be honest, that didn’t sound much like Ram.
‘Have you known him for long?” Xheni demanded, breaking into Mia’s thoughts.
‘Long enough,’ Mia responded dryly. Before the accident she would have been thrilled at the thought of tonight, but the loss of her sight had changed all that, reducing her to a shambling, petrified wreck who was frightened of her own shadow—or who would have been, if she could have seen it—
‘Coffee, anyone?’ Xheni said as one of the girls carried a tray in. ‘I don’t know about you lot, but I’m settling in for a very long and tasty session…’