The silvery nightgown shimmered around her like gossamer fairy wings.

Slender straps held up the lacy see-through bodice. The shape of her breasts and nipples was plainly visible through the delicate fabric. The skirt of the gown flowed to the floor, brushing against some curves, skimming over others, making her body look long, lean and completely feminine. She'd never felt more desirable in her life. And if the expression in Jamal's eyes was anything to go by, he felt the same way.

Which meant the whole issue of seducing might not be as difficult as she'd first thought.

Chapter 11.

Heidi had been nervous from the moment he'd walked into the boutique dressing room, and Jamal had seen her in the silver nightgown. He had to admit he couldn't blame her. Despite telling himself he had to go slow where his innocent wife was concerned, he hadn't been able to keep his desire from showing. Probably because he'd wanted her more at that moment than he could ever remember wanting any woman before.

The need had been intense...almost desperate. The intensity had startled him into exposing his thoughts before he could conceal them. Now, nearly two hours later, Heidi was still a little skittish.

"You bought me too much," she said, standing next to him in their suite while Rihana carried in several bags of clothes.

"You are a princess and my wife," he said. "You need to dress appropriately. Besides, I want to show you off."

He felt her gaze on him and saw the questions in her expression. For some reason she didn't think she was attractive. Or maybe it was that she didn't think he found her attractive. Whichever, she continued to be startled by his compliments. He made a note to continue giving them until she grew comfortable with the words.

"I know I need evening wear for formal entertaining," she murmured as Rihana left to make another trip.

"But this is excessive. I feel as if I'll never wear them all."

He turned to her. While Heidi protested his bounty, Yasmin had always complained that she wanted more. If he bought her five dresses, she wanted eight. When he gave her a diamond necklace, she pouted for the matching earrings. Ironically, in time he'd grown to begrudge Yasminall that he gave her, mostly because she was never happy. Yet with Heidi, he wanted to give her more.

"Have fun with the new clothes," he said, reaching out and gently stroking her cheek. "You don't have to wait for a special occasion for all of them.

Wear them around the palace."

She still looked doubtful, but she nodded slowly. "I love everything we bought, but I'm afraid you'll think I'm greedy or something."

"Hardly that."

"Good, because I-"

"Princess, what do I do with this?"

Rihana had returned with several dresses on hangers. She had them draped carefully over her arms. In her hand she held a small wrapped package.

Heidi paled when she saw it and quickly took it from the young woman.

"It's nothing." Heidi gave him a quick smile that only emphasized the lie.

"It's, ah, girl stuff. I'll put this away myself." She casually dropped it on the center of her bed, as if it didn't matter.

Jamal wondered if that package contained veils for his dance. By now she would have discussed his request with Fatima who would have told her there was no Dance of the Seven Veils. He was curious to find out if "Honey"

would call him on his mistake or improvise.

"In fact," Heidi continued, taking the dresses from Rihana, "I'll put the rest of the clothes in the closet. Thanks for helping."

The servant nodded and left.

Jamal walked with Heidi into her dressing room. The three walls of mirrors allowed him to easily follow her actions as she hung her new clothes in the spacious closet and then began arranging them into an order that would only make sense to her.

At his request, she'd worn one of her new outfits out of the store.

Instead of her usual shapeless dresses, she wore fitted pants and a tailored blouse. The simple style emphasized her pleasing shape, especially her rounded bottom visible from every possible angle in the mirrors. He thought about pulling her close and kissing her slowly and thoroughly, using onehand to pull the pins free from her hair while the other cupped the curves he'd just been admiring. What would she say? Would she turn to him and kiss him back or would she reject him?

"Heidi?"

She turned at the sound of her name. "What?"

"Have dinner with me tonight." He motioned to the new dresses hanging in the closet. "Wear something we bought today and I'll order dinner served in our suite."

Her eyes widened at the suggestion, but he wasn't sure if it was in anticipation or aversion. Did she really want him? He longed to believe that her campaign was a way to win him, and he was willing to cooperate in any way he could, but at times like this, he wasn't sure. Yasmin had been too good at her game, and when she'd finally showed her true colors, she'd destroyed his belief in her along with his pride.

"That sounds nice," Heidi murmured. She cleared her throat. "Are you going to dress up?"

"Would you like me to?"

She nodded.

"Then I will."

He gave her a quick smile and left the room. When he was alone in the hallway, he glanced back and wondered if he was about to make a fool of himself for the second time.

"This is insane," Heidi muttered to herself as she paced in her small bedroom. "I'm insane."

She came to a halt in front of her dresser mirror which-thank the Lord-did not show anything below her waist. She didn't want to think about how she looked all over. What she could see was bad enough.

Jamal had suggested an intimate dinner for two in their suite. It was the perfect opportunity for her to seduce him. There was only one problem. She didn't know the first thing about seducing a man. Where exactly did one start?Witty conversation?A light brush of the fingers? And if it was the latter, where exactly did one brush those fingers? And what if Jamal didn't know what she was trying to do?

There seemed to be too many pitfalls and very few payoffs, she thought grimly. The entire situation was going to be a disaster. Her skin felt both hot and cold, and her stomach was turning and shifting in a most unpleasant way.

She had to change her clothes. Heidi stared at her reflection and knew it was a huge mistake to wear what she had on. She should change into one of the fancy dresses or maybe pants and a sweater or even...

There was a knock at her door. Her mouth went dry.

"Heidi? Are you ready?"

Jamal.Oh, great. Now what?

"Yes," she muttered, followed by a louder, "I'll be right there."

What was he going to think? What if he didn't get it? What if he did?

She walked to the door and sent up a brief prayer that this wasn't half as horrible as she'd imagined. Then she turned the knob and stepped out in the hallway. Only three steps to the living room, she told herself, trying to breathe enough without hyperventilating. Her chest was so tight and her bare feet felt as if they could go out from under her at any moment.

Then she was in the living room. Jamal stood by the wet bar, a bottle of champagne in his hands. He'd

put on a black tux that made him look as handsome as she'd ever seen him.

He was all darkness and male beauty-as she'd thought before-a poster boy for sin.

"I thought you'd like some-"

He turned and saw her. He stopped talking. His mouth actually fell open, and for a second Heidi thought he was going to drop the champagne bottle.

She forced herself to stand completely still while her husband studied her from her bare feet to the top of her head.

She'd used hot rollers to curl her hair,then she'd pulled it all into a ponytail up on her crown. The loose strands tumbled back to her shoulders.

Her only jewelry was her wedding band, but then the silver nightgown she wore-the same one Jamal had admired in the boutique-didn't lend itself to accessories.

Except for the gossamer fabric draping her body, she was completely naked.And completely vulnerable. Despite her chronic threats to throw up, this time she might actually do it.

"Heidi?"

His voice was low and liquid and incredibly seductive. It made her want to melt right there on the floor. Instead, she squared her shoulders and met her husband's confused but heated gaze.

"I've, ah, heard there's something to be said for animal passions, but I don't have any firsthand experience. I thought maybe you'd be willing to change that."

Jamal didn't respond. She knew she'd made a hideous mistake. He didn't want her; he'd never wanted her. She was a fool.

Just when she would have turned and run, he set the still-unopened champagne bottle on the bar and moved toward her. He stopped less than a foot in front of her. One of his strong hands settled on her waist. The other stroked her cheek.

"You want to make love with me?" he asked.

He sounded amazed. He sounded intrigued. He sounded interested. Thank the Lord.

"Yes," she said. "But not if we have to talk about it. I'm too nervous for that."

He smiled a slow, male smile that made her toes curl on the marble floor.

"I'll do all the talking," he promised as he lowered his head and brushed his mouth against hers.

He kissed her slowly, deeply and thoroughly, exploring her mouth in a way that left her breathless. When he raised his head, she hoped he wasn't going to ask her anything because her head was spinning, and she didn't have access to a single coherent thought. Fortunately he only took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom.

She had a brief impression of a large four-poster bed and beautiful tiles on the walls. Large furniture loomed around them, but she couldn't focus on any one piece. Later, she promised herself. Later she would explore, but for now it was enough to remain standing and keep breathing.