‘I’m not going with you.’
‘That’s your choice, of course, but the alternative is that you remain in this room until your brother returns.’
Regan frowned. ‘You mean as in locked in here?’
‘I can’t afford to have my sister’s disappearance become public knowledge. With you asking questions and wandering around on your own you’ll only draw attention to yourself. And, no doubt, get yourself into trouble in the process.’
‘I won’t say anything. I promise!’
Regan knew she sounded desperate and she was. The thought of being locked in a hotel room for who knew how long was not acceptable. If what this man said was true she wanted freedom to find Chad and figure out what was going on. Preferably before this man found him.
He shook his head. ‘Make your decision. I don’t have all night.’
‘I’m not staying here!’
‘Then get dressed.’
Regan’s mind was spinning out of control. Her head, already fuzzy from lack of sleep, was struggling to keep pace with the rate at which things were moving. ‘I need more time to think about this.’
‘I gave you five minutes. You now have four.’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever met a more arrogant person than you. Actually, strike that: I know I haven’t.’
He folded his hands across his chest, his muscular legs braced wide, his expression hard. Like this he looked as if he could take on fifty men blindfolded and win.
‘Your telephone service will be disconnected and I will have guards posted outside your door. I do not advise you to try to leave.’
‘But how do I know you are who you say you are?’ she said on a rush. ‘You could be an imposter for all I know. A murderer. I’d be crazy to go with you.’
‘I am not a murderer.’
‘I don’t know that!’
‘Get dressed and I’ll prove it to you.’
‘How?’
He heaved an impatient sigh. ‘You can ask any member of the hotel staff downstairs. They will know who I am.’
For the first time since he had barged into her room Regan saw a way out. If he was really going to take her downstairs then she had a chance of alerting someone as to what was going on.
‘Okay, just...’ She grabbed a clean pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt from her case. ‘Just give me a minute.’
Locking herself in the bathroom, she very nearly didn’t come back out but decided that he’d most likely break the door down if she aggravated him too much. He had the arms for it.
Concentrating more on his abundant negative qualities, she opened the door to find him propping up the opposite wall, looking at his watch. ‘One minute early. I’m impressed.’
Arrogant jerk.
Regan grabbed her handbag and walked ahead of him out the door. She waited as he stabbed the elevator button. ‘If you’re really a king, where are all your guards?’
‘I rarely take guards with me on unofficial business. I can take care of myself.’
Convenient, she thought.
‘And why was it that no one in the shisha bar knew your identity? If you’re really the King I would have expected some bowing and scraping.’
The slow smile he gave her told her he wouldn’t mind making her bow and scrape for him. ‘I’ve found that people rarely see what they’re least expecting.’