Chapter Fifteen
"Angad, we agreed that I'd see you for a week and now the week is over," Kripa said.
She looked lovely, clad in a caramel-colored silk dress that perfectly matched her eyes. Tiny gold studs shone in her ears and her hair fell in soft waves to her shoulders.
Angad's fingers itched with the desire to tangle in its glorious silkiness. He longed to capture one of her ear lobes in his mouth, then rain kisses down the length of her gorgeous neck. He tried desperately to focus on the conversation and not his growing desire for her.
"But, I don't want to stop seeing you," he protested, wondering why the right words came so easily to him in political matters, but with so much difficulty when dealing with Kripa. He sounded like a petulant child, and that irritated him.
The two of them were seated in a private dining room in a popular but expensive restaurant. The room was conducive to romance, complete with fresh-cut flowers, candlelight, and soft music wafting in the air.
When Kripa had told Angad she only meant to be his fiance for a week, he'd been confident by the time the week was over he would have changed her mind. Now, for the first time, he felt an edge of panic rise up inside him as he realized she apparently intended to stick to her word.
"I want to spend more time with you." The moment the words left his lips, he recognized the truth in them.
"We'd only be putting off the inevitable," she replied, her gaze refusing to meet his.
For a moment an alien helplessness swept through him. He could command the cook fix his favorite meal; he could demand his housekeeper repolish a spoon or glass, but he could neither command nor demand that Kripa give him more time.
"Angad, I know nothing about your country, nothing about the customs, the people of Edenbourg."
He smiled teasingly, wishing to pull an answering smile from her. "Then, I'll get you some travel brochures to study."
She sighed, obviously irritated by his response.
He reached across the table and took her hand. He loved her hands so soft and feminine. Strange, that he couldn't remember the hands of any other women he'd dated.
"Kripa, this past week with you has only proven to me how well a marriage between us would work. We are well suited to one another. You please me," he confessed.
She pulled her hand from his. "But have you considered that you might not please me?"
He looked at her in stunned surprise. "You don't like me?"
Again she sighed, her gaze not meeting his. "I like you just fine." She looked at him. "But I won't love you."
"That isn't necessary for a successful marriage between us." Although he said the words, he was surprised to feel a renewed sense of panic well up inside him. He reached into his pocket, knowing that if anything could make her change her mind, his gift would.
He withdrew a small, blue velvet box.
Her eyes widened and he saw the protest forming on her lips. He quickly opened the jewelry box and exposed what it contained.
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