crossed her arms over her chest. “There has to be a heck of a story because the last time you and I talked, you were barely calling the prince by his first name.”
Maggie walked over to the coffeepot and turned it on. “It’s not what you think.”
“I don’t know what to think.”
While she and Qadir hadn’t actually discussed keeping their deal quiet, it was certainly part of the bargain. But Victoria was her only friend in El Deharia and Maggie had a feeling she was going to need to talk things over with someone.
She turned. “Qadir doesn’t want his father constantly bothering him with appropriate women, so he came up with a plan. I’m going to fake dating him for a couple of months, then we’re going to get fake engaged. We’ll have a big fight, I’ll go home to Aspen and he’ll go into mourning. That’s all it is. A business proposition. He’s paying me and to be honest, I can use the money.”
Victoria stared at her. “Fake dating?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is it a lot of money?”
Maggie grinned. “Oh, yeah.”
“Well, you go, girl.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No. I’m bitter. I should have thought of something like that for Nadim. At least then he would have to acknowledge I was alive. Fake dating, huh? You have to make him take you to some very cool places. He’s a prince. He knows the global hot spots. You can …” Victoria swore under her breath. “Do you realize what this means?”
“What?”
“With the pressure off Qadir, the king is going to try to find Nadim a suitable bride. Knowing Nadim, he’ll agree and that will be that.”
Maggie poured them each a cup of coffee. “You aren’t in love with him. Maybe you need to let the whole prince thing go.”
“Maybe. It’s just I’d be a really great princess.”
Maggie noticed her friend sounded more resigned than heartbroken. Maybe a distraction would help.
“I desperately need your help,” Maggie said. “Would you have time to go back to that consignment place? I have a fabulous wardrobe of T-shirts and nothing else. I don’t want to embarrass him. Qadir is going to be taking me places other than the garage.”
“Good point.” Victoria stared at her for a long time. “Sure, we can go shopping, but I have a question first.”
“Which is?”
“Are you sure about this? Have you thought it through?”
Maggie didn’t understand the question. “Are you saying Qadir might not want to pay me the amount he’s agreed to?”
“Not at all. I’m sure the money will be transferred with no problem. I was thinking more about not getting involved.”
With Qadir?
Maggie immediately thought about their brief but powerful kiss. He made her quiver with the lightest touch. She told herself it was nothing more than chemistry and circumstances. She would be fine.
“It’s a business deal.”
“So it seems. Just remember that princes aren’t like other men. Keep your heart safely protected.”
Maggie laughed. Her body she could worry about but her heart was safely out of reach. She’d been hurt too much to ever give it again.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
Chapter Six
Qadir nodded to himself as he read the screen. All was well. Not that he expected less, but confirmation was always pleasant. He saved the information. His phone buzzed.
“Yes?”
“Sir, there is a Victoria McCallan to see you. She has no appointment but insists it’s very important.”
Qadir’s male assistant didn’t sound convinced of the fact. Qadir hesitated. Victoria was Nadim’s secretary. Why would she need to come here? Still, the woman had never bothered him before. He could afford to give her a few minutes of his time.
“Send her in.”
Seconds later an attractive blonde walked into his office. “Thank you for seeing me, Prince Qadir. I know you’re busy.”
He offered her a seat, but she shook her head. “I prefer to stand.”
He rose, as well. Interesting. “How may I assist you?”
Victoria drew in a breath. She was visibly nervous, although she seemed to be trying to hide her upset.
“I want to talk to you about Maggie,” she said. “I know about your deal.”
Any natural instinct to aid turned cynical as he eyed the woman. Maggie had innocently shared the information of their deal with someone she perceived to be friend. Now Victoria sought to use that information for herself. Typical.
His brother Kateb was right—too many women were out for what they could get.
He waited for her to continue.
“Maggie isn’t going to handle this well. She’s not girly. She doesn’t do the hair and makeup thing. She doesn’t have the right clothes.”
“But you do.” He wasn’t asking a question.
“What? Of course I do, but that’s not the point. She’s blunt and funny and sweet. She cares about people. Going out with you means getting mentioned in the papers. Maggie isn’t going to like that.”
Women didn’t often confuse Qadir, but he now found himself at a loss. “You are concerned about your friend?”
Victoria’s gaze narrowed. “Of course I care about my friend. Why else do you think I’m here?”
Her question hung in the air. He saw the exact moment she realized what he’d been thinking. Her back went stiff. Her mouth thinned.
He waited for her to start defending herself or even yelling at him. Instead she sucked in a breath and continued.
“My point is, Maggie is playing out of her league. You need to make sure she doesn’t get trashed in the papers. And don’t spring stuff on her. She’s never done anything like this. She’s going to have to figure it out while she goes. This is a tough time for her. She’s dealt with a lot of loss in the past few months.”
Victoria obviously knew about Maggie’s father. He wondered if she knew about the old boyfriend.
As he listened to Victoria talk he realized he had never considered Maggie’s feelings about the situation or how she would react to being thrown into his world. He’d seen her as someone he liked and enjoyed spending time with. He knew her to be honest, which made her the perfect candidate for his pretense. He should have considered whether his plan might hurt her in any way.
“She needs a makeover,” Victoria said.
Qadir stared at her. “A what?”
“A makeover. Maggie’s pretty, but she’s the country mouse. She needs a new wardrobe. And someone to teach her how to wear makeup and do her hair. Maggie’s proud and sweet. She doesn’t deserve anyone asking why someone like you would bother with someone like her.”
He didn’t like Victoria saying that. “No one who knew Maggie would ask that question.”
“I agree, but we’re not going to be dealing with people who know her, are we?”
As much as he hated to admit it, she had a point. “I will see to it.”
“Good. Look on the bright side. How often do you get to meet a beautiful