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fool for him to seduce….’
                 Aneesa
avoided Sebastian’s eyes now, terrified she’d see his
disgust and pity. But his hands just tightened on her jaw, tipping it up again
so that she couldn’t avoid his gaze. There was no pity in his eyes, only an
intense heat . She felt as if she were
being scorched alive from the inside out and there was a curious ache in the pit
of her belly, an ache she knew instinctively that only he could assuage.
                 Sebastian
was unable to stop a visceral emotion from rising; her eyes were two huge
almond-shaped pools of dark brown, long lashed and full of swirling emotions. ‘You’re
so beautiful….’
                 The
old Aneesa would have taken the compliment for granted. But now all she could
think of to say was, ‘So are you.’
                 Sebastian
let her face go but only to take her hand in his and lead her out of the
bathroom.
                 Once
in the living room again Aneesa tugged free of Sebastian’s grip. Instantly she
felt bereft, but fear of the way this man was making her feel so instantly out of control made her panicky. As if she were
on a runaway train going faster and faster. ‘I should really go. I can’t
impose on you anymore.’
                 She
saw something indefinable flash in his eyes but he just said laconically, ‘You’re
ready to go out there and take on the fallout of the bride fleeing the most
high-profile wedding of the year? The place will be swarming with press by now.’
                 Aneesa
felt the blood drain from her face to remember what lay outside this suite and
heard Sebastian curse softly. He came close again but she stopped him with a
hand and then looked down as if momentarily mesmerised. She looked back up and
tried to smile wryly. ‘Do you know that ever since I was a little girl I dreamt
of the day I’d get married? I fantasised about the Mehendi ceremony. All of my
cousins and female relations gathered to witness the drawing of the intricate
henna design on my hands and feet … in preparation for my husband to discover
on our wedding night.’
                 Her
smile wobbled. ‘And yet when it came to my wedding, I insisted on a top
Bollywood make-up artist and wouldn’t let my female relatives have anything to
do with it. At the last minute I tried to change it, but the make-up artist
kicked up such a fuss that I couldn’t….’
                 It
suddenly hit Aneesa then, the very real probability that she would not have a
second chance to have the wedding night of her childhood dreams. No chance to
make reparations with her relatives and do it properly.
                 An
awful gaping emptiness wrenched her insides, the loss of a lifelong dream
profound, even as she recognised that the wedding she’d just run from had been
a million miles from the dream she’d visualised as a child anyway.
                 She
looked at Sebastian and said huskily, ‘I’ll never have that first night with my
husband.’ She gestured with a hand over her whole outfit. ‘This is all …
wasted.’
                 Sebastian’s
face was implacable, stern, and Aneesa could sense in that moment that he
rarely lost control. And suddenly, Aneesa felt an overwhelming urge to see him
lose that control. She had no idea where it was coming from but it was rising
and gathering force within her.
                 Without
even realising what she was doing she’d moved closer to Sebastian and she saw
his eyes flare, bright blue. It emboldened something deep inside her. She
blurted out without thinking, ‘I wish I’d met you … I wish that my first night
could have been with you.’
                 Aneesa
knew on some dim level the enormity of what she had said, but her heart had
slowed to a steady deep beat, her blood was pooling low in her belly and her
gaze dropped to Sebastian’s