His Irresistible Darling Page 4

  “I guess I really shouldn’t complain about the fact that my father isn’t happy unless he, and my mother to a lesser degree, are trying to interfere and control my life; at least I still have them,” he acknowledged begrudgingly.

  He watched her fidget with her skirt from his partially closed eyes, pleased that her tears had stopped falling. She was breaking his heart.

  “So can I ask you something? Personal?” she asked from under her dark, wet, spiked lashes.

  “I’m intrigued. Go ahead and I’ll decide whether to answer it,” he said, pleased to see the colour had returned to her cheeks.

  “You and Faridah.” She shrugged her shoulders and he raised an eyebrow at her before she continued, “What gives? I mean, that was one hell of a quick engagement. Last December you were carefree and single but now… Oh shit!” she shouted, grabbing his arm, her hand flying to cover her mouth. “She’s not knocked up already is she?!”

  “No,” he said, removing her hand from his arm. “She most certainly is not,” he corrected sternly. “I’m offended by the fact you’d think I’d be so careless.” If only she knew that she was the main reason behind his out-of-the-blue engagement. “Our families go way back and it was a mutually convenient and beneficial arrangement. Simple as that.”

  She stared blankly at him over the top of her glasses before repeating his words back to him slowly, “A mutually convenient and beneficial arrangement?” She shook her head. “Wowzer, Jumal. I didn’t know you were such a romantic. She’s such a lucky girl,” she said sardonically before adding, “I almost feel sorry for her—almost.”

  “I can assure you that such arrangements are still perfectly normal and acceptable in my country,” he responded curtly, unsettled by the strange need he had to justify or explain himself, which was not something he did. Ever.

  “Well each to their own I suppose.” She let out a quick sigh. “How long have we been in here now?” she asked, tapping her fingers on the floor. “God I’m glad I went to the loo shortly before we left.”

  He glanced down at his watch. “Just over an hour. I’m sure it won’t be much longer.”

  She reached into her lunch box and took out her uneaten apple and her bottle of water.

  She looked up and met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Now aren’t you glad I was a Girl Guide: always prepared as the saying goes.”

  She smiled and took a bite before offering it to him. “Go ahead,” she encouraged.

  “No thank you. You eat it. I won’t take it from you,” he said, but his stomach growled in eager response.

  “Well your traitorous tummy says you want some, so we’ll share. It could be a while before we get out of here and I promise I don’t carry any nasty germs. I’ve had all my shots. Just one of the perks of having a brother who owns a horse stud farm and a friend who’s a vet.”

  He nodded in concession and took hold of the apple and bit into it.

  ***

  Pip was mesmerised as he licked his lips to catch the juice before handing it back to her. She mentally shook herself and took hold of the apple. They finished it off in quick time, passing it back and forth before sharing the water. When the hell did sharing an apple ever become a sensual activity?

  He raised a brow in interest. “Have you got anything else in that magic box of yours? Perhaps a bottle of champagne and some caviar?” he asked playfully, nodding towards her bag.

  “M&M’s and some Smarties.”

  “Bring ‘em on out then,” he said motioning with his hand. “May as well work our way through them and into a diabetic coma. You have a sweet tooth, Miss Darling.”

  “One that you should be eternally grateful for—” she held the sweets back in her hand dramatically “—and I am only sharing if I get all the orange Smarties.”

  “What’s the difference? They all taste the same, don’t they?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

  “They do not,” she admonished, shaking her head in outrage.

  She proceeded to divide out the sweets between them. “Open wide,” she told him and popped an orange Smartie in as he quickly complied. She blushed as her fingers accidentally touched his lips.

  She watched him closely as he mulled over the taste like a sommelier in the posh restaurants he no doubt frequented. “So they do,” he admitted quietly a few seconds later.

  “So maybe next time you’ll believe me when I tell you something,” she said, inclining her head, “and stop treating me like a clueless adolescent.”

  “Maybe I will, Miss Darling.”

  ***

  “God it’s getting hot in here,” Pip complained as she stood up to strip off her cardigan and threw it down next to the jacket and shoes she’d stripped off long ago. “They said they’d have us out of here shortly and that was over two hours ago.” She suddenly dropped down on her haunches and grabbed at his arm. “Do you think there’s something wrong that they aren’t telling us?” she asked anxiously. “Like in that film.”

  “No.” Jumal had closed eyes and was concentrating hard on not looking at her body and pondering just how many clothes she planned to strip off. She was now only sporting a tight pencil skirt, which in no way outlined the perfect shape of her backside, and a vest top with tiny straps. And her perfume was once again driving him wild in such close confinement. What the hell was it? He started to feel sorry for those idiotic dogs in the neighbourhood who ran around desperately with their tongues hanging out when a lady dog was in season!

  He jerked his eyes open when Pip began to pace and sing a song again.

  “Please Allah, no more singing, Pippa. I beg you.”

  She feigned offence and gasped. “I’m bored and hot and did I mention—I’m bored!?” she shouted, frustrated. “How can you be so calm?” she threw at him, plonking herself back on the floor, directly opposite him, their legs lying next to each other.

  “Yes,” he said calmly. “I do believe you may have mentioned that you are bored once or twice.” He watched her through narrowed eyes as she fidgeted, strummed her fingers on the floor either side of her hips and puffed out a breath, blowing her fringe off her forehead. He’d noticed she did it often. He really shouldn’t be noticing her charming little quirks.

  “So, I never asked how you managed to convince your university to allow you to do your gap year at the end of your course. Isn’t it supposed to be in the third year?” he asked, keen to distract her from the singing.

  “Well, after what happened with my parents I wasn’t really in the right state of mind to go away and work in industry for my third year. Matt and I spoke to my course administrator and they agreed that I could spend my third year earning enough credits and doing my dissertation and roll over my placement to the final year.” She took a deep breath. “I just needed to be at home and thankfully they agreed as I had good grades.”

  “Hmm.” He nodded in understanding. “And have you any idea what you want to do after you finish your degree?”

  “Some ideas yeah.” She pursed her lips and cocked her head to one side. “Ana has asked me to work with her and her business partner in their growing fashion empire. They want me to do their marketing and PR but—” She paused and shrugged her shoulders.

  “What?” He inclined his head to try to catch the look in her eyes, which were always so expressive.

  “Well, I know I should be grateful and all. I mean so many graduates struggle to get jobs but, well, I guess I just want to make my own mark, you know?” She shrugged again as she finally met his eyes but looked away too quickly. “I mean the job would be perfect for me but I’d always feel that I was only successful in getting it because of Ana and Matt. That’s not what I want.” She fidgeted again and curled her legs up under her body.

  “I can understand that perfectly,” he said in agreement.

  “You can?” she asked and offered him an appreciative smile; his heartbeat quickened and something odd flipped in his stomach, which had nothing to do with his hunger pangs.
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  “Sure. It’s admirable and if I had my time over I’d like to do something different.”

  “Really?” she asked raising a brow and leaning forward slightly. “But you’re amazing at running your business.”

  He smirked at her. “Careful, Miss Darling, you are in danger of giving me praise.”

  “Well, you’re only amazing due to the exceptional quality of your PA, of course,” she jibed, returning the grin and sitting back.

  “Ah yes, right, of course.” He nodded and stared down at his hands. “And I believe I have you to thank for the beautiful and no doubt expensive gift that I sent to Mr and Mrs Ansari congratulating them on their fiftieth wedding anniversary?”

  “Oh. It’s okay, you already thanked me,” she said, waving her hands dismissively at him.

  “I did?” he asked, confused, taking a sip from the bottle of water.

  “Well, your friendly black AMEX did to be precise. The sales assistant in the lingerie shop managed to convince me to go for the new Booster Bra but I’m not so sure it works,” she mused, peering down her top. Jumal choked on his water; for a second he thought she was about to show him! Bloody hell, it was getting hot in here. He coughed again, trying to clear his throat, and caught her wry smile at him. He could never tell when she was joking.

  He watched her root around in her bag, almost afraid to ask. “What’s that?”

  “A stress ball. For when I’m stressed,” she replied, squeezing it. “Like now.”

  Jumal winced and crossed his legs at his ankles as he observed her continually crush and release the ball in her petite hands. He could almost pity the poor man she eventually married, yet that very thought also made him want to punch the glass. He struggled to understand the dichotomy of his reactions to Miss Darling.

  “So did you have a good meeting with Mr Ansari today?” She interrupted his dangerous thoughts.

  “Yes it was very productive, once he stopped gushing about you and the present I sent. He has a good company and is very keen to work with us on the Dubai deal. He can supply over seventy per cent of the metal materials we’re going to need and he has excellent connections. Did you know his daughter recently married Daniel Vincini?”

  “Yes, I read the gossip magazines, and you also sent them a very thoughtful gift with warm wishes for their future happiness,” she quoted.

  The Vincini family were the Italian family in Sicily and ran a very successful private luxury cruise company. Their elegant and exclusive ships were regular visitors in the fashionable ports around the Mediterranean. Despite being dwarfed by the city-sized cruise liners, the Vincini ships managed to hold their own and set themselves apart with a legion of faithful followers.

  “Ah right, that makes sense now,” he said, nodding. “Mr Ansari was also gushing about the wonderful painting his daughter and new son-in-law had received. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about but assumed it was down to you. Thank you.” He bowed his head in concession. “Again.”

  ***

  Wow, actual praise from Jumal; she thought about asking him to say that again so she could record it on her phone.

  “It’s what you pay me the big bucks for, right?” she said, grinning at him. In reality, the terms of her placement from Leeds university meant that she wasn’t to be paid for her time with JAA Enterprises, but her expenses could be met and Jumal had paid for the rental of a luxury apartment for her in an exclusive gated community with a membership to the gym and spa; he’d also leased her a cute, nippy convertible, which she loved. She’d briefly tried to say “no” to Jumal’s offers; she had her own money from her inheritance and share of the family business. But she quickly realised that you never said “no” to Jumal Aldabbagh.

  “And the plans and arrangements for the polo match, how are they coming along?”

  “Great thanks. I’ve got some fab prizes for the auction. Your friends are very generous, even your nemesis. You know the cheeky sod had the nerve to try to get me to go out on a date with him in return for his donation,” she said, her eyes wide as she shook her head. “I think he’s still holding a grudge from that beating your team gave his last time. He doesn’t seem to be a very good loser. I swear even his horse looked pissed off.” She laughed but quickly stopped as she noticed Jumal’s cool stare and tight lips.

  “Jumal? You okkaayy?”

  “Huh? Oh sorry. I was just distracted by er, something—er so yeah Yves is extremely competitive, always has been, no matter what sport we were playing, and he takes his position as captain of his polo team very seriously. He takes everything personally,” he mused with a shake of the head.

  “Well, the caterers, venue and entertainment people are all happy with the arrangements so I’m sure it will be a huge success for the charity.” She paused before continuing, “So, will Faridah be joining you?” She was going for nonchalant but not entirely sure if she’d succeeded.

  “No,” he answered abruptly.

  Okkaayy—was there trouble in paradise or was it just wishful thinking on her part?! “Oh well, not to worry. I’ll be there to cheer your team on,” she said, happily clapping her hands together but quickly dropped them to the floor. “Hey, what’s that look for?” she challenged at the scowl on his face.

  ***

  Jumal was still trying to recover from his fury following Pip’s disclosure about that suave bastard Yves. He’d save his revenge for the polo pitch…

  “Well…” He paused choosing his words carefully so as not to upset her too much when they were in such close confines. “Will you at least try to moderate your, er…exuberance this time? Some of the more elderly ladies were quite shocked when you pulled that wooden rattle out of your handbag and started swinging it around like a lasso, making that racket!” He remembered having to fend off many complaints from the pompous polo membership after her last attendance. He’d only just managed to convince them not to forbid her further attendance.

  She threw her hands in the air, exasperated. “So what was I supposed to do, just clap? BORING! Your team had just scored a last-minute goal, winning the match, and Yves’s face was a picture!” She grinned, most likely at the memory.

  “Clap, yes, that’s exactly what’s in order. No screaming,” he lectured, as he counted each one off on his fingers, “no yelling obscenities at the other team—” he ignored her widening smile as she was clearly recollecting her behaviour at the last match “—no whistling or—” he paused again “—flashing any parts of your body.” He pursed his lips.

  He saw her smile fade as she crossed her arms tightly under her chest, sulking. Unfortunately for him the action only served to push her pert breasts further into fleshy mounds barely contained by her Booster Bra… Was that black lace peeping out?!

  He had to force his eyes away from her porcelain skin.

  “Fine,” she said, her eyes wide, hands now held up in mock surrender. “I’ll be as dull as the rest of them. Best behaviour. Promise,” she said, crossing her heart with her fingers.

  Jumal felt like he was caging a wild bird or like a parent berating his child. He hated the reminder of the thirteen-year age difference between them. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.

  Despite her promise, he didn’t believe she could restrain herself. Not because she didn’t intend to, but it simply wasn’t in her nature. It wasn’t Pippa.

  He needed to lighten her mood again and he was shocked by this newly developed inner need to put a smile back on her face.

  “So, are you excited about your birthday party?” he asked, confident that would bring a smile to her angelic face with its perfect translucent skin. Although he thought she’d gained a few more freckles over her nose and cheeks… He pondered how he’d noticed…huh.

  He was pleased that his plan had worked as she looked up and smiled. “Yep. James is flying in from home, so it’ll be lovely to see him again and Melina is sorting it all out.”

  An ache in his jaw was the telltale sign that he was grinding his teeth. Who th
e hell was James and what was his interest in Pippa? Why was she smiling at the mention of this man’s name and, more importantly, what was her interest in him? The guy must be pretty serious about her to fly out all this way. The bloody woman attracted men like bees to a honey pot. He finally managed to tune back into what she was saying.

  “She’s such a star. I just wish Matt and Ana could’ve made it—” she shrugged her shoulders “—but with Harry being so young and all it’s just impossible.”

  The engineer’s voice stopped him from making further enquiries about this James imposter.

  “Hello there, we’re really sorry for the delay but we’ve sorted the problem now so it will just be another five minutes and we’ll have you out, Mr Aldabbagh.”

  True to his word, the main light came on in the lift at the same time it started to descend. He quickly jumped up and helped Pippa to her feet and held her jacket out for her again. She in turn picked up his suit jacket and brushed it off before handing it back to him as the doors finally opened. He heard her take a deep breath as she turned to him. “Thanks for keeping me calm in there. I know I was a pain but you really helped.” She pursed her lips. “So, er…just thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. I enjoyed your company.”

  He had to smile as Pippa nudged his shoulder with hers, a huge smile on her face. “Yeah right.” She chuckled. “You’re such a bad liar. I know you came close to smothering me in the lift with the stress ball.”