Susan Mallery - The Sheik And The Pregnant Bride

Book 12 in the Desert Rogues series, 2008

Maggie Collins hated to admit it but the reality was, she was a tiny bit disappointed by her first meeting with a real, live prince.

The trip to El Deharia had been great. Shed flown first-class, which was just as fabulous as it looked in the movies. When shed landed, shed been whisked by limo to a fancy hotel. Until then, her only other limo experience had been for her prom and then she and her date had been sharing it and the expense with six other couples.

Arriving at the exclusive Hotel El Deharia, shed been shown to a suite with a view of the Arabian Sea. The living room alone had been about the same size as the two-bedroom house shed grown up in back in Aspen.

She also couldnt complain about the palace. It was big and beautiful and historic-looking. But honestly, the offices where she was supposed to be meeting Prince Qadir werent anything special. They were just offices. And everyone was dressed so professionally in conservative suits. Shed been hoping for harem pants and a tiara or two. Of course, as shed mostly seen men, a tiara was probably out of place.

The thought of the older British gentleman who had shown her into the office wearing a tiara made her giggle. She was still laughing when the door opened and a tall man in yet another suit walked in.

Good morning, he said as he approached. I am Prince Qadir.

Maggie sighed in disappointment. Yes, the prince was very handsome, but there was nothing different about him. No medals, not even a crown or a scepter or some proof of rank.

Well, darn, she murmured.

Prince Qadir raised his eyebrows. Excuse me?

Had she said that aloud? Oops. I, ah She swallowed and then squared her shoulders. Prince Qadir, she said as she walked toward him and held out her hand. Very nice to meet you. Im Maggie Collins. Weve been corresponding via e-mail.

He took her hand in his and shook it. Im aware of that, Ms. Collins. I believe my last note to you said I preferred to work with your father.

Yet the ticket was in my name, she said absently as she dropped her arm to her side, aware that even though she was five-ten, he was still much taller than her.

I sent you each a ticket. Did he not use his?

No, he didnt. She glanced out the window at the formal garden below. My father She cleared her throat and returned her attention to the prince. This was not the time to get sad again. She was here to do business. My father died four months ago.

My condolences.

Thank you.

Qadir glanced at his watch. A car will return you to your hotel.

What? Outrage chased away any threatening tears. Youre not even going to talk to me?

No.

Of all the annoying, arrogant, male ways to react. It was just so typical. Im more than capable of doing the job.

I dont doubt that, Ms. Collins. However, my arrangement was with your father.

We were in business together. The last year of her fathers life, shed run the car-restoration business hed started years ago. And lost it, although that hadnt been because of anything shed done wrong. The medical bills had been massive. In the end shed had to sell everything to pay them, including the business.

This project is very important to me. I want someone with experience.

She wanted to deck him. Given the fact that she was female and he was well-bred, she could probably get one shot in, what with the element of surprise on her side. But to what end? Hitting a member of the royal family was hardly the way to get the job.

There were exactly seven hundred and seventeen Rolls-Royce Phantom IIIs built between 1936 and 1939, plus ten experimental cars, she said as she glared at him. The earlier models had a maximum speed of ninety-two miles an hour. Problems started showing up early because the cars werent designed to be run at maximum speed for any length of time. This became an issue as owners took their cars to Europe where they could drive on the newly built German autobahn. The companys initial fix was to tell the drivers to go slower. Later, they offered a modification that was little more than a higher-ratio fourth gear that also made the car go slower.

She paused. Theres more, but Im sure you already know most of it.

Youve done your homework.

Im a professional. A professional who desperately needed the job. Prince Qadir had a 1936 Phantom III he wanted restored. Expense was no object. She needed the money he offered to pay off the last of her fathers medical bills and keep her promise of starting up the family business again.

Youre a woman.

She glanced down at her chest, then back at him. Really? I guess that explains the breasts. Id wondered why they were there.

One corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he were amused.

She decided to push while he was in a good mood. Look. My mother died right after I was born. I grew up in my dads garage. I learned to change oil before I learned to read. Yes, Im female, but so what? Cars have always been my life. Im a great mechanic. If what they say is true, that classic cars are female, who better to understand them than me? I can do this. I work hard, I dont get drunk and knock up the local girls. Even more important, with my father gone, I have something to prove. Youre a man of the world. You know what a difference the right motivation can be.

Qadir stared at the woman before him and wondered if he should let himself be convinced. If Maggie Collins restored cars with the same energy that she was using on him, he had nothing to worry about. But a female in the garage?

He reached for her hand and took it in his. Her fingers were long, her nails short. She was attractive, but not delicate. He turned her hand over and stared at her palm. There were several calluses and a couple of scars. These were the hands of someone who worked for a living.

Squeeze my hand, he said, staring into her green eyes. As hard as you can.

She wrinkled her nose, as if she couldnt believe what he was asking, then she did as he requested.

Her fingers crushed his in a powerful grip.

Impressive, he thought. Perhaps she was who and what she claimed.

Should we arm wrestle next? she asked. Or have a spitting contest?

He laughed. That will not be required. He released her hand. Would you like to see the car?

Her breath caught. I would love to.

They walked through the palace to the garage. Along the way, Qadir pointed out some of the public rooms along with a few of the more notable antiquities. Maggie paused to look at a large tapestry.

Thats a lot of sewing, she said.

Yes, it is. It took fifteen women over ten years to complete it.

I dont have the patience for that sort of thing. Seriously? I would have killed someone within the first six months. One night I would have snapped and run screaming through the palace with an ax.

The vivid image amused him. Maggie Collins was not a typical woman and he had met more than enough to know the difference. Although she was tall and slim, she moved with a purpose that was far from feminine. She had striking features, but wore no makeup to enhance them. Long dark hair hung down her back in a simple braid.

He was used to women using flattery and sexuality to get what they wanted, yet she did not. The change wasinteresting.

This is my first palace, she said as they continued walking down the long corridor.

What do you think?

That its beautiful, but a little big for my taste.

No dreams of being a princess?

She laughed. Im not exactly princess material. I grew up dreaming of racing cars, not horses. Id rather work on a fussy transmission than go shopping.