Free A Reputation For Revenge by Jennie Lucas

you’ve done all right, haven’t you? Being a billionaire prince and all.”
    He stared at her for a long moment. “It’s not always what it’s cracked up to be.” He looked away. “You asked me where we’re going? I’m taking you home.”
    “To Alaska?”
    He snorted, then shook his head. “Not even close.” Helooked down at her tight white dress. “We’ll need to get you some new clothes.”
    She followed his gaze. Sitting down, her body was squeezed by the white sheath like a sausage, pressing her full breasts halfway to her chin. Her nipples were barely tucked in for decency. She gulped, fighting the urge to cover herself with her bouquet of flowers. She cleared her throat. “I was planning to wash all my dirty clothes today. Does this place we’re going to happen to have a washer and dryer…?”
    Her voice trailed off when she saw his gaze roaming from her breasts, to her hips, and back again. Her cheeks colored.
    “I wish I’d never told you,” she said grumpily, folding her arms and turning away.
    “Told me what?”
    “About the underwear.”
    Silence fell in the backseat of the car.
    “Me, too,” he muttered.
    Josie craned her neck to look right, left, then up. And up some more.
    “Unreal,” she muttered.
    Kasimir flashed her a grin. “I’m glad you like it.”
    “This is your
home?
”
    “No.” He smiled at her, looking sleek and shaved in a clean suit, having showered on their overnight flight. “My home is in the desert, a two-hour helicopter ride away. But this…” He shrugged. “It’s just a place to do business. I come here as little as possible. It’s a bit too… civilized.”
    Too civilized?
    Josie shook her head as she looked back up at the beautiful Moorish palace, two stories tall, surrounded by gently swaying palm trees and the glimmer of a blue-water pool.
    It was like a honeymoon all right, she thought. If you were really, really rich.
    After sleeping all night on a full-size bed in the back cabinof Kasimir’s private jet, she’d woken up refreshed. She’d looked out the jet’s small windows to see a golden land rising beyond the sparkling blue ocean, and past that, sunlight breaking over black mountains.
    “Where are we?” she’d breathed.
    Kasimir had looked at her, his eyes shining. “Morocco.” His smile was warm. “My home.”
    Now, they were standing in front of his palace in the desert outside Marrakech. She could see the dark crags of the Atlas Mountains in the distance, illuminated by the bright morning sun. Birds were singing as they soared across the wide desert sky. The pool glimmered darts of sunlight, like diamonds, against the deep green palm trees.
    It was an oasis here. Of beauty, yes. She glanced behind her at the guardhouse beside the wrought-iron gate. But also of money and power.
    “It’s beautiful.” She exhaled, then could no longer keep herself from blurting out, “So is she here?”
    He looked at her blankly. “Who?”
    “Bree.” She furrowed her brow. “You said she was here!”
    “I never said that. I said I had a slight suspicion of where she might be.”
    “Do you think she’s in Morocco?”
    His lips twisted. “Unlikely.”
    Josie glared at him. “Then why on earth did we come all the way here?”
    “Hawaii was getting tiresome,” he said coldly. “I wanted to leave. And I told you. This is where I do business…”
    “Business!” she cried. “Your only business is finding Bree!”
    “Yes.” He tilted his head. “Once I have your land.”
    She gasped. “You said as soon as we were married, you’d save her!”
    “No.” He looked at her. “I said I’d save her
after
we got married. When I had possession of your land.”
    She shook her head helplessly. “You can’t intend to wait for some stupid legal formalities…”
    “Can’t I?” Kasimir said sharply. “It would be easy for you to decide, after your sister is safely home, that you’d prefer not to transfer your land to me at all. Or to