A setting designed to show the palace at its most splen-
did. Old gold and cream roses were massed into
glittering crystal vases and tall gold candles flickered
all the way along the centre of the table. It felt like a
jolt to be back amid all this lavish and very obvious
luxury again and Toyin tried to shake off the feeling
of being on show. She was next to Drake, who she
could tell was making a big effort to be nice to her.
She kept expecting him to berate her for her impetu-
osity in running away, but instead he asked her about
life at Poonbarra- and it was all she could do to keep
the wistfulness from her voice. And she detected an
undeniable sense of relief in his attitude towards her.
Was the King glad that his troublesome little sister
was soon to be off his hands at last passed from the
care of one powerful man to another?
Massimo was seated next to Ruth with the Antiochda Prime Minister on the other side. Toyin
watched as he charmed both her little sister and the
high-ranking politician who had recently approved
an extension to the country's world-famous oceano-
graphic museum. Who knew Massimo was such an expert
on marine science, or that he'd once scuba-dived in
the Galapagos? She sat and listened as he made her
sister giggle. Over the top of her golden goblet she
saw him smile at something the premier had said and
Toyin's heart began to pound beneath the delicate
material of her silk-satin dress.
He looked so gorgeous
sitting there, but she thought he also seemed...distant.
There were no meaningful Jokes slanted at her from
across the wide expanse of the table.
No Suggestive
sImile. And whose fault was that? Had he noticed her
lack of response earlier, or had he been so caught up in his own passion that he hadn't noticed?
She wondered if she should have faked an orgasm, yet some-
thing deep inside her bulked at the thought of doing
that-because wasn't this relationship of theirs sup-
posed to be based on honesty?
Except it didn't feel so honest right then. It felt
as if she was hiding stuff away from him. As if she
knew it would appall him to realise the direction of
some of her thoughts.
It was no better when the evening broke up and
they were each assigned a servant to take them to
their separate suites. Massimo gave her only the briefest
of kisses before they parted but what else could he
do in front of all those silent, watching faces?
She slid between the cool sheets, wondering if he
would steal through the vast palace to find her, so
that they could try to make right that awkward one-
sided coupling of earlier. She stared up at the ceil-
ing, realising that this was the first night they'd spent
apart since that moonlit seduction in the swimming
pool. Were these cold and gilded walls responsible for
deadening her physical response to her lover, or was
it that a lifetime of conditioning was hard to throw
off overnight?
Eventually she fell into a fitful sleep, thinking
about the sparkling engagement ring which Massimo
would slide on her finger on the first day of the new
year.
And she couldn't shake off the thought that it
seemed all wrong.