"Oh, yes," said the Emir, "Nice food, and a nice place to live. There is my hunting. Did you know that we hunt here, in the full hunting pink, with ho...nds?" No, Sir. That was an aspect of life in Kobekistan which had escaped my notice. I knew, of course, that the highest order of chivalry here is the Royal Huntsmen, but I never realised that there was a hunt." Oh, yes. A very fine sight these local dignitaries make in English hunting pink on fine horses. The only way you would know it wasn't. I tried my best to smile and receive him with the love that he wanted, that he needed, but that I didn’t really have to offer. What I was offering to him was a genuine imitation of the real thing, a fake LV bag that I hoped looked real. Steve moved above me, driving into me and taking me, as a man should. At the moment he would expect I signaled with my thighs that I wanted him to roll. He held my body tight and we rolled so that I was on top, straddling my man. I rested my hands on his broad. ‘Please speak with me in my tent at once.’ ‘Yes sir, certainly sir,’ I replied reflexively, but my mind was racing—I knew something was amiss. Sir Langdon never referred to me by my title, some of the men in my unit didn’t even know I had connections to the royal family. I hastily handed my reins over to my page and hurried to his tent. ‘You wished to see me sir?’ I asked as I entered. Sir Langdon, was wearing only his breastplate, and I could see sadness in his eyes. ‘Bonir,’ he said quietly,. She’s one of our bright, young Ph.D. candidates. She’ll be showing you around once we’re done here.”Erik rose smoothly to his feet and held out his hand. Melissa reached across the table to shake hands. She was startled to find her heart pounding.She felt hyper aware and completely scattered at the same time. She noted a jumble of small details. A slim black leather portfolio lay on the table in front of Erik. The leather had the same sheen as she had seen in kidskin gloves she could never.