The Desert Sheikh's Defiant Queen: The Sheikh's Chosen Queen / The Desert King's Pregnant Bride. Jane Porter

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СКАЧАТЬ as the butler disappeared. Sharif simply looked at her, his expression unreadable. “This shall be an interesting evening,” he said at length, allowing himself the smallest hint of a smile.

      His smile filled her with fresh trepidation. She didn’t want an interesting evening. She wanted a safe evening, a predictable evening, an evening that was courteous, professional, routine. The Sharif standing before her at the moment represented none of those things.

      “I spent the afternoon reading through the children’s textbooks,” she said with unintentional force. She was nervous, so nervous, and already she felt wound too tight. “I’m quite familiar with the publisher as I’ve taught the middle school editions of the literature and language books, and as textbooks go, they’re very good.”

      His silver gaze gleamed. Deep grooves bracketed his sensual mouth. “I’m glad you approve.”

      She had to look away, unnerved by the intensity of his gaze. He was looking at her far too intently, looking at her as though he could strip her bare at any moment, as though he would strip her bare at any moment….

      “The science and math textbooks are of course new to me. I’m not credentialed in those subjects, but it’s not difficult material to teach.” She was babbling, knew she was, but couldn’t help it. Anything to keep from thinking about his eyes, his mouth, his lips. Anything to keep from looking at the width of his chest and the beautiful bronze skin revealed by his open shirt. A shirt like that wouldn’t be acceptable in his culture, but he didn’t seem to care about rules.

      Regulations.

      Propriety.

      “I’ll work with them on handwriting, too,” she added breathlessly. “I imagine Takia is still just learning to print.”

      He didn’t answer and she glanced up, looking at him from beneath her mascara-coated lashes. His jaw flexed. He was fighting a smile. She knew because she saw the briefest flash of his white teeth.

      “Are you afraid to be alone with me?” he asked, an eyebrow half rising.

      “No.” She laughed and it came out high and thin, more like a hysterical bleat. “No,” she repeated more firmly. “I’m just thinking about the children. Our first day of school.”

      “You’re a most dedicated teacher.”

      She refused to meet his gaze and she stared at her fingers and the ring on her right hand. “I try.”

      “I like that about you.” He paused expectantly as the butler returned with a stack of medium to large jeweler’s boxes. “Let me see what we have.”

      Jesslyn watched as the butler opened one box after the other for Sharif. A priceless necklace nestled inside each box’s black velvet and satin lining, thick diamond clusters, long strands of large black and white pearls, a glittering sapphire, diamond and South Sea pearl necklace.

      She’d never seen jewelry like this, never in her life. She’d seen photographs in magazines of exquisite jewels, had watched a famous actress claim an award with borrowed Harry Winston diamonds, but that was on TV and everyone knew television wasn’t real life.

      As each box opened Sharif glanced at Jesslyn, his gaze narrowed consideringly. After the third and final box opened he turned to her, “Which do you prefer?”

      Heat stormed her cheeks. “Don’t tease.”

      He shrugged. “I’ll pick the necklace for you, then.” And after perusing the selection for another minute, he lifted the dazzling, thick, diamond necklace, an entire strand of diamond starburst after diamond starburst, and moved behind her.

      “Lift your hair,” he said.

      “This is absurd, Sharif.”

      “Your hair.”

      A shiver raced down her back as she hesitantly reached up to take off her wood bead necklace and to pull her heavy hair off her neck, revealing her bare nape and nearly naked back.

      She closed her eyes as she felt him settle the heavy necklace around her neck, his fingers brushing her skin as he deftly fastened the small hook. The necklace was cold against her chest, hitting four inches below her throat.

      “Turn. Let me see,” he said.

      Slowly she turned to face him and he took a step back to give her a critical once-over. “Pretty,” he said, but he didn’t sound very convincing, and yet with so many huge diamonds she knew the necklace had to be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. If not more.

      “Please take it off,” she urged, looking down and catching sight of the diamonds’ white fire.

      Instead he turned to another jewelry box, the one with the decadently long strand of flawless South Sea and Tahitian pearls, each pewter and cream-colored pearl the size of her knuckle. Unhooking the clasp, he lifted the pearls from its box and, again moving behind her, he draped these around her neck. The pearls fell between her breasts, hung so low that the luxurious strand brushed the full swell of her breast before settling low against her breastbone.

      “Turn,” Sharif commanded.

      She gave him a fierce look over her shoulder. “Remember our conversation from last night? I am your employee, not your servant.”

      He met her angry gaze and he smiled slowly, a provocative gleam that quickened her pulse and turned her belly inside out. He was playing a game, a game she didn’t understand, a game where he made the rules and she was to follow.

      “What do you want?” she whispered, her voice failing her.

      “I want to see you covered in jewels, the way you could have been.” His lashes dropped, concealing the pearl gray of his eyes. “The way you would have been.”

      Goose bumps covered her arms. The fine hair at her neck stood on end.

      “You could have been my queen,” he repeated.

      She looked at him, seeing him as the world must see him, that noble face both beautiful and severe, and then there were those eyes of his, those silver eyes that had haunted her in her sleep for years.

      She’d told herself after leaving him that she’d never regretted ending their relationship, told herself she was better off without his controlling mother and foreign culture and far-off palace, but at night her dreams told her differently.

      At night, even years later, she still dreamed of him, and in her dreams she tried to cling to him, tried to make the differences go away. Tried to redeem herself.

      Now she reached up to try to remove one of the necklaces, but before she could unfasten a clasp Sharif gently batted her fingers away and, taking the diamond, sapphire and pearl strand from his butler, he told her to lift her hair.

      She shook her head. “I can’t do this anymore.”

      “But you still have one more.”

      “No. I don’t want it, I don’t want any of these.”

      “But you like jewelry. You love fine jewelry. And best of all, you look stunning in exquisite jewels like these. Now lift your hair because СКАЧАТЬ