Free The Sultan's Harem Bride by Annie West

her savings on and the vibrant hot-pink lipstick made her look like a clown. Or a transvestite, as one of the little cats in her class had exclaimed.
    By the time she was working Jacqui had learned the best she could achieve was neat professionalism and to avoid bright colours and clingy fabrics. Better to blend in than draw attention to her shortcomings.
    A slamming door made her turn, treading water.
    Late afternoon light slanted across the courtyard as a tall figure strode to the pool. Jacqui’s eyes bulged and she almost forgot how to stay afloat until instinct shook her lax limbs into movement.
    She’d thought him imposing fully dressed. But the Sultan of Jazeer had a body that looked even better without clothes. Almost without clothes. White swim shorts rode low on his hips, revealing acres of burnished skin.
    Hot needles of excitement pricked Jacqui’s flesh as she watched his easy, athletic lope. Those shoulders were even wider than she’d imagined, his body lean but well built. The dusting of dark hair across his chest emphasised the bunch of muscles as he moved.
    She exhaled, trying to slow her racing pulse as she tracked the line of dark hair that arrowed down, plunging beneath his shorts.
    Belatedly her brain engaged as she realised where she was staring. And that he watched her.
    Jacqui struck out for the far edge of the pool, splashing in her haste.
    She had sex on the brain, and it was the fault of Lady Rania and her friends. What had begun a few days ago as a small reference group of old ladies had grown with daughters, granddaughters and friends who saw their afternoon gatherings as an excuse for socialising. When Jacqui had asked about preparation for marriage in the harem, soon they’d been swapping stories that made her blush.
    The art of pleasing a man sexually had been an essential part of a harem education. The trouble was now Jacqui’s head was full of images of her trying those techniques on the Sultan’s taut, powerful body!
    Obviously she’d been cooped up here too long. She was having some weird harem fantasy.
    At last she neared the edge and reached out, only to find him standing there, hands on hips, watching. Shock made her suck in a breath that turned out to be water and sent her under.
    Spluttering, she grabbed for the rim of the pool. Instead of hard tiles she felt warm flesh. An instant later the water rushed by as he hauled her straight up and out of the pool. Jacqui found herself planted on her feet, his hands spanning her waist as she bent, coughing.
    Was his touch hot or was that searing sensation her nerve endings going into overload?
    Finally Jacqui blinked and straightened, hyper-aware of his hands encircling her middle. His long fingers made her waist seem tiny.
    Her vision was filled with a broad chest that just asked to be touched and a squared-off jaw that proclaimed male power. She curled her hands into fists, fearing she might do something unforgiveable like reach out.
    Yet when she made to shift away his hold firmed.
    Shakily Jacqui pushed her sodden hair back and raised her face. Dark eyes surveyed her from under half-lowered lids.
    That flagrantly carnal look seared her into silence. Her breath caught as his gaze dropped to her mouth. To Jacqui’s horror she felt her nipples pebble as erotic energy zapped through her.
    Why was he looking at
her
like that?
    ‘Thank you, Your Highness. But I can stand without help.’
    ‘Asim.’
    ‘Sorry?’ She stared at his mouth, not trusting her ears.
    ‘I reserve the right to use first names with women I save from drowning, Jacqueline.’
    The sound of her name in that deep, rich voice sent a quiver of excitement through her.
    She was in deep trouble.
    ‘I don’t think that’s necessary, Your Highness. Besides, I wasn’t drowning.’
    ‘Asim.’ His fingers curled in, securing her, and she fought not to wriggle with pleasure. ‘Say it.’
    He looked every inch the arrogant prince with his austerely aristocratic features.