He’s getting married!

To let anything come of this searing desire to sleep with a guy on the cusp of choosing a royal wife wouldn’t do.

But...there was no actual woman in Malik’s life, not even a name or a face, just a possibility. Yes, he would marry, and he would be out of Lucy’s reach forever, but right now...

In an instant, her mind flew ahead and a series of events unraveled at supersonic speed.

A wedded Malik would mean the end of her job, whatever he said. He would surely have to spend a lot more time in Sarastan, and how would she fit into that scenario on a long-term basis? He might even emigrate completely: Would his aristocratic new wife really want to up sticks and move to London?

Lucy was facing the end of her career as she knew it, whether that end happened in a week, in a month or in agonizingly slow motion over a period of time.

And then...she would never see this man again.

But she was seeing him now, wasn’t she?