Under the Sheik's Protection. C.J. Miller

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      “Never before. Do you have this lure over all men?”

      She had to smile at that. “You’re the first.”

      “The first. I like that.” He winked at her.

      If she entered into an ongoing affair with him, she wouldn’t come out of it unscathed. Her professional ethics and her heart were vulnerable.

      “Have you been thinking about that night as much as I have?” he asked.

      His open flirting was something she wasn’t accustomed to. He was playful and fun and almost made her forget she was working. She remembered her apartment. “I should tell you that my apartment was broken into Saturday night.”

      His face registered shock. “I’m so sorry. Were you hurt?”

      “It happened while I was out with you.” Was there a connection?

      “Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.

      Was he serious? Why would she have called him? They didn’t know each other well enough for her to expect him to come running when she had an emergency. “I called the police. They’re investigating.”

      “You believe I had something to do with it.”

      She wasn’t good at hiding her thoughts. Never had been. “It seems like a strange coincidence.”

      “I have my share of enemies. If you believe your association with me was the reason for this crime, please allow me to make reparations and look into the matter.”

      He seemed sincere and honest. “Don’t worry about it. I called the police and my insurance will cover it.” The insurance company wouldn’t clean up the mess, but they were sending her a check so she could replace some of her items. It wouldn’t cover everything she’d lost. Some things couldn’t be replaced.

      “That’s unacceptable. I will send someone over to—”

      Adham stepped closer. “They’re waiting for you, Captain.”

      His guard was a good reminder of what they were dealing with and the complications that stood between them. He was more than a traveling businessman and she had a lot at stake with the trade summit meetings.

      Saafir held up his hand. “One minute more. Please, Sarah, let me take care of your apartment.”

      Sarah shook her head. “That’s really not necessary.” If she relied on him, it would make it harder when he left. “I’m handling it. I’m not sure why I brought it up.”

      “You brought it up because you were concerned,” he said. “We’re friends. You can talk to me.”

      Friends? An interesting word and not the one she would have chosen. “What happened this weekend puts us in an awkward position. But we can keep our distance so it doesn’t happen again.” The words made her sad, but she had to be clear about her boundaries.

      The corner of his mouth turned up. “How can you stay away from me when you’re the coordinator for the event?”

      His smile could have disarmed her, but she would stay strong and stand behind her principles. “From now on, we’re keeping this professional.”

      Saafir frowned. “I’m disappointed to hear that.”

      Sarah jammed a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry. I don’t want any more trouble for either of us.”

      * * *

      Saafir felt like a perfect idiot. He could pinpoint a number of moments after learning Sarah was the event coordinator for the trade summit when he could have told her who he was. The emir of Qamsar. Four simple words. She had slipped out early in the morning while he’d been sleeping and neither of his guards had stopped her, although Adham had trailed her home to be sure she’d arrived safely. He hadn’t mentioned anything about her apartment. He must have left before she’d discovered it.

      Saafir had made the mistake of thinking he could step out of his role as emir for a night and that being the emir wouldn’t matter to Sarah. He wanted to be himself—no title and no responsibilities. Of course that wouldn’t turn out well. Denial about his position seemed to creep in at the strangest times. Saafir knew his responsibilities, but some part of him clung to his old, inconspicuous existence. Before becoming emir, he had gone about his day-to-day life with little interest from the public. He could focus on those topics that meant the most to him, like prison reform and social progress, without comment from his family or countrymen.

      Now he couldn’t speak aloud what he was thinking, not without it becoming a sound bite to be used to cause further instability in the country.

      He should let Sarah go. She had made it clear that she wasn’t interested in continuing their personal relationship. By sleeping with him she had become someone’s target. Her home had been invaded. His enemies would stop at nothing to harm him or find a way to exploit a perceived weakness. Saafir wouldn’t let them hurt Sarah. If he stayed away from her, his enemies would lose interest in her and she would be safer.

      He was disappointed with the conclusion. Spending time with the spirited American had made him feel more relaxed than he had in months. She was fun and beautiful and different from other women he had been with.

      Sarah adjusted her black suit jacket and drew his attention to her waist—likely not her intention. “Saafir, I think we need—”

      Gunfire crackled into the crisp morning air, sending a loud echo through the alley. Saafir instinctively reached for Sarah, his protective instincts triggering an immediate reaction. He drew her close and to the ground.

      “Shots fired!” Adham yelled.

      Adham hovered over them, trying to shield them. Another loud burst of gunfire and Saafir tucked Sarah further under him. She felt small in his arms, and his military training roared to life. Protect. Defend. Retaliate. He shoved her behind the Dumpster, hoping it could provide some protection.

      His guard Nibal rushed out of the building, pulling his gun and aiming it high. “I don’t have a visual. The car’s en route. I repeat, no visual on the shooter.”

      The sound of gunfire continued at a rapid rate. It was either an automatic weapon or multiple shooters. Bullets kicked up shards of asphalt and concrete, biting into Saafir’s skin. His choices were to duck back into the building, remain crouched behind the Dumpster or wait for their car. If they ran for the back door, standing would open them up for another attack and staying pinned down wasn’t the safest option.

      Saafir’s rented black town car screamed around the corner and pulled to a stop in front of him. Adham opened the car door and Saafir pulled Sarah to her feet. He shoved her inside the car and then climbed inside behind her. Adham got into the car and Nibal clambered into the front passenger seat. The driver pulled the car out of the alley, tires squealing.

      “Sarah, are you okay?” Saafir asked.

      Sarah was pale and staring at her blood-covered hands. “I’m bleeding.” She sounded like she was in shock. The sight of red on her hands prompted a primal rage in him. He had to help her, shield her. She was his to protect.

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