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‘Don’t worry, I won’t.’
‘So what are you going to do?’ Eva pressed, concern ringing in her voice.
For betraying her—for allowing his people to approach her sisters while Britt and he were otherwise engaged?
‘I’m going to follow him to Kareshi. I’m going to track him down. I’m going to ring his office to try and find out where he is. I’ll go into the desert if I have to. I’m going to find the bastard and make him pay.’
CHAPTER NINE
KARESHI...
She was actually here. It hardly seemed possible. For all her bitter, mixed-up thoughts when it came to the man she had called Emir and must now learn to call His Majesty Sheikh Sharif al Kareshi, Britt couldn’t help but be dazzled by her first sight of the ocean of sand stretching away to a purple haze following the curve of the earth. She craned her neck, having just caught sight of the glittering capital city. It couldn’t stand in greater contrast to the desert.
Just as her thoughts of the man the world called the Black Sheikh couldn’t have stood in starker contrast to the universal approval the man enjoyed. How could he fool so many people? How could he fool her?
That last question was easily answered. Her body had done that for her, yearning for a man when it should freeze at the very thought of him—if she had any sense.
As the city came into clearer view and she saw all the amazing buildings she got a better picture of the Black Sheikh’s power and his immense wealth. It seemed incredible that she was here, and that His Majesty Sheikh Sharif had been her lover—
That she had been so easily fooled.
‘The captain has switched the seat-belt sign on.’
‘Oh, yes, thank you,’ she said glancing up, glad of the distraction. Any distraction to take her mind off that man was welcome.
Having secured her belt, she continued to stare avidly out of the window. Her life to date hadn’t allowed for much time outside Skavanga, and from what she could see from the plane Kareshi couldn’t have been more different. The thought of exploring the city and meeting new people was exciting in spite of all the other things she had to face. An ivory beach bordered the city, and beyond that lay a tranquil sea of clear bright blue, but it was the wilderness that drew her attention. The Black Sheikh was down there somewhere. His people had told her this in an attempt to put her off. They didn’t know her if they thought she would be dismayed to learn His Majesty was deep in the desert with his people. She would find him and she would confront him. She had every reason to do so, if only to learn the result of the trials on the mineral samples he had taken from the mine. She suspected he would agree to see her. His people were sure to have told him that she had been asking for him and, like Britt, the Black Sheikh flinched from nothing.
Another glance out of the window revealed a seemingly limitless carpet of umber and sienna, gold and tangerine, and over this colourful, if alien landscape the black shadow of the aircraft appeared to be creeping with deceptive stealth. The desert was a magical place and she was impatient to be travelling through it. Would she find Sheikh Sharif? The ice fields of Skavanga were apparently featureless, but that was never completely true, and where landmarks failed there was always GPS. Tracking down the ruler of Kareshi would be a challenge, but not one she couldn’t handle.
* * *
Shortly after she reached the hotel Britt received a call from Eva to say that one of their main customers for the minerals they mined had gone down, defaulting on a payment to Skavanga Mining, and leaving the company dangerously exposed. It was the last thing she needed, and her mind was already racing on what to do for the best when Eva explained that the consortium had stepped in.
‘I think you need to speak to the sheikh to find out the details.’
‘That’s my intention,’ Britt assured her sister, feeling that the consortium’s net was slowly closing over her family business.
As soon as she ended the call she tried once again to speak to a member of the sheikh’s staff to arrange an appointment as a matter of urgency. Audience with His Majesty was booked up for months in advance, some snooty official informed her. And, no, His Majesty had certainly not left any message for a visitor from a mining company. This was said as if mining were some sleazy, disreputable occupation.
So speaks a man who has probably never got his hands dirty in his life, Britt thought, pulling the phone away from her ear. She had been placing calls non-stop from her bedroom for the past two hours—to Sharif’s offices, to his palace, to the country’s administrative offices, and even to her country’s diplomatic representative in the city.
