The Return of the Sheikh. Kristi Gold

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СКАЧАТЬ long term, unless he wanted to prove everyone right that he could not resist temptation. “Again, I do not wish or need her help.”

      Rafiq blew out a frustrated sigh. “If you choose the wrong path, Zain, there will be no turning back. If you fail to win over your subjects, you will weaken our country, leaving it open to radical factions bent on taking advantage of our weakness. Is your pride worth possible ruin?”

      Zain thought back to the angry voices, the accusations he’d endured moments ago. He hated to concede to his brother’s demands, but he did recognize Rafiq’s valid concerns. He would find a way to maintain his pride and still accept Madison’s assistance—as long as she understood that he would remain completely in charge. Considering the woman’s obvious tenacity, that could be a challenge. But then he had always welcomed a good challenge.

      If bringing Madison Foster temporarily into the fold kept Rafiq off his back, he saw no harm in giving it a try. “All right. I will give it some thought, but should I decide to accept her assistance, I will only do so if it’s understood that I’ll dismiss her if she is more hindrance than help.”

      “Actually, the agreement is already in place, and the terms of her contract state she cannot be dismissed on the grounds of anything other than gross misconduct. That would be my determination, not yours.”

      Contract? “When did she sign this document?”

      “After she contacted me to report on your initial meeting. She is bound to stay until after your coronation, but she insisted on a clause that allows her the option to leave prior to that time should she find the situation intolerable.”

      His own brother had tied him to a liaison against his will. However, that did not mean he had to be cooperative. “Since you leave me no choice, my first official edict states you will be in charge of the arrangements to bring her here.”

      Rafiq sent him a victorious smile. “You may consider it done.”

      As fatigue began to set in, Zain loosened his tie and released the shirt collar’s top button. “We’ll continue our conversation over dinner.” He suddenly remembered he hadn’t seen any sign of his youngest brother. “Will Adan be joining us?”

      “Adan is currently in the United Kingdom for flight training. He will be returning before the coronation.”

      Zain couldn’t mask his disappointment. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing him and catching up on his accomplishments. But it’s probably best we have no distractions when you bring me up to speed on the council’s most recent endeavors.”

      Rafiq cleared his throat and looked away. “We will not exactly be dining alone.”

      “Another member of the council?”

      “No. A woman.”

      Zain suspected he might know what this was all about. “Is this someone special in your life?”

      “She has no bearing on my life.”

      He internally cringed. “If this is the beginning of the queen candidate procession, then I—”

      “She is not in the market to be your wife.”

      He did not appreciate his brother’s vagueness. “Then who is she, Rafiq?”

      “Madison Foster.”

      Two

      “Do you always insist on having your way?”

      Startled, Madison shot a glance to her right to discover Zain Mehdi standing in the doorway, one shoulder leaned against the frame, his expression unforgiving on that patently gorgeous face. “Do you always barge in without knocking?” she asked around the surprise attack.

      “The door was ajar.”

      She turned from the bureau, bumped the drawer closed with her butt and tightened the sash on the blue satin robe. “Really? I could have sworn I closed it before I took my shower. But I suppose it could have magically opened on its own, since Arabia is well-known for its magic.”

      He ignored her sarcasm and walked into the room without an invitation, hands firmly planted in the pockets of his black slacks. With those deadly dark eyes and remarkable physique, the Arabian king could pass for an exotic male model—a model who sorely lacked good comportment.

      He strolled to the open armoire to inspect the row of suits, skirts and slacks that Madison had hung only moments before. “As I predicted. Conventional clothing.”

      His audacity was second only to his arrogance. “It’s known as business attire.”

      “Attire that conceals your true nature,” he said as he slid his fingertips down the side of one beige silk skirt.

      She couldn’t quite explain why she shivered over the gesture, or the sudden, unexpected image of experiencing his touch firsthand. “What do you know about my true nature?”

      “I know your kind.” He turned and presented a seriously sexy half smile. “Beneath the conservative clothes you wear colorful lingerie.”

      Lucky guess. “That’s a rather huge assumption.”

      “Am I wrong?”

      She refused to confirm or deny his conjecture. “Don’t you have some royal duty to perform? Maybe you should have all the locks checked on all the palace doors.”

      He took a few slow steps toward her. “I’ll leave as soon as you tell me why you’re here when I made it quite I clear I do not need your help.”

      She was starting to ask herself the same question. “Your brother’s convinced that you need my help.”

      “Rafiq isn’t in charge of my life, nor is he in charge of the country. I am, and I can handle the transition on my own without any assistance.”

      Oh, but he did need her help, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Yet. “From what I witnessed during your arrival, it appears the people aren’t welcoming you with open arms.”

      His expression turned to stone. “As I told you before, Ms. Foster, they have no choice. I am this country’s rightful leader and they will have to learn to accept it.”

      “But wouldn’t it be more favorable if you had the blessing of your country’s people?”

      “And how do you propose to assist me in winning their approval? Do you plan to throw me a parade along with the international cocktail party?”

      She mentally added cynical to the sexy thing. “I suppose we could try that, but a parade isn’t successful unless someone shows up. I have several ideas and I hope that you’ll at least give me the opportunity to explore those options with you.”

      “Ah, yes. The social gatherings where you’ll be parading me in front of dignitaries.”

      “We nixed the parade, remember?”

      Amusement called out from his dark eyes. “I am still not convinced that you will make an impact on my acceptance.”

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