The Sheikh's Bartered Bride. Lucy Monroe

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      “I don’t know…”

      “Please.” The word sounded much more like a command than any sort of pleading, yet it affected her just the same.

      “I suppose I could follow you to the restaurant in my car.” She should show at least a rudimentary level of self-protection.

      “Very well. Is seafood to your liking?”

      Her mouth watered at the thought. “I adore it.”

      “There is a beautiful restaurant not a block from here. We could walk.”

      “I think it’s just starting to rain,” she said.

      His lips tilted in a sardonic smile. “If so, I will lend you my raincoat.”

      She laughed at the instant picture she had of herself in a raincoat several sizes too big. “That won’t be necessary. I just thought you probably wouldn’t like to walk if it was wet out.”

      “I would not have suggested it otherwise.”

      “Of course.”

      It was a short walk and though the gray clouds were heavy with moisture, it did not rain.

      They spent dinner discussing her favorite hobby. She was surprised at his knowledge and said so.

      “I read the books you gave me this afternoon.”

      “Already?”

      It was his turn to shrug. “Most of them.”

      “Wow. I guess you didn’t have to go back to work.”

      “We all must have our priorities,” he said with a smile.

      “I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who put his hobbies above his work.”

      “There are times when the unexpected takes precedence in our lives.”

      She wondered at the mysterious statement, but did not know him well enough to ask about it.

      They both declined dessert and he walked her back to her car. He took her keys from her and unlocked it. Opening the door, he indicated she should get inside.

      She stopped before bending down to get into the driver’s seat. “Thank you for dinner.”

      “It was my pleasure, Catherine.”

      Two days later, Hakim invited her to attend a Saturday showing of a journey among the stars at the theater. It required spending the whole day together as well as a three-hour drive to Portland. The prospect of all that time with just her and Hakim in the enclosed space of a car had her nerves completely on edge. She jumped when the security buzzer rang to announce his arrival.

      She pressed the button on the small black communications box. “I’ll be right down.”

      “I’ll be waiting.” His short reply came; his voice even sounded exotic and sexy over the apartment building’s tinny intercom system. She was still finding it difficult to believe that such a gorgeous man had a serious interest in her. Grabbing her hold-all and purse, she left the apartment.

      When she got downstairs, she found him waiting in the lobby.

      “Good morning, Catherine. Are you ready to go?”

      She nodded, while her eyes devoured the sight of him. Wearing a snug-fitting black sweater and tan trousers that managed to emphasize his well-developed muscles, he made her mouth go dry with desire.

      She licked her lips and swallowed. “I’ve got everything I need.”

      “Then, let’s go.” He took her arm and led her outside where a long, black limousine waited.

      “I thought you were driving.”

      “I wanted to be able to focus my attention on you. There is a privacy window. We will be as secluded as we desire.”

      The way he said it made totally inappropriate images swirl through her head and her nipples tightened almost painfully. It was such an unexpected sensation, she gasped.

      “Are you well?”

      “F-fine,” she stuttered before practically diving into the backseat of the limousine.

      As a tactic to hide her discomposure from him, it was no doubt a dismal failure. Most of his escorts probably waited for him to help them into the car. Of course, these same escorts most likely had a love life outside of their fantasies and could handle the close proximity of such a sexy man with equanimity.

      Not so her.

      She was in over her head and the man had never even kissed her. When he took the seat opposite her, her breasts swelled at his nearness.

      And his smile was positively lethal to her self-control.

      “Would you like some refreshments?” He flipped open a small door in the side console of the car to reveal a fully stocked fridge.

      “Some juice would be nice.” She was really proud of herself when her voice came out fairly normal.

      He poured her a glass of cranberry juice and handed it to her. “So, are antique telescopes your only hobby?”

      “Oh, no. I’m an avid reader. I guess that makes sense, me working in a library.”

      “I think I expected that, yes.”

      She returned the droll smile. “Right, but I also love hiking nature trails.”

      His brows rose at that and she couldn’t help a rueful shrug of acknowledgment to his surprise.

      “Maybe I should have said ambling through the woods.”

      “Ah.” He sipped at his mineral water. “And do you daydream as you walk, I wonder.”

      She could not hide her own surprise that he had guessed something so private about her quite accurately. “Yes. Being outside and away from people is sort of magical.”

      “I too like the outdoors, but prefer the desert to the woods.”

      “Please tell me about it.”

      And he did, but he deftly directed the conversation back to her on several occasions and they spent the long drive talking about subjects she rarely discussed with anyone but her sister. Hakim seemed to understand her shyness and was not bothered by it, which made it easier for her to be open with him.

      He also never dismissed her views as her father was so adept at doing. Hakim listened and as he listened, Catherine found herself falling under the spell of his personality.

      He took her to lunch at a restaurant that overlooked the Willamette River. The food was superb, the view of the river amazing and his company overwhelming to her heart and her senses. СКАЧАТЬ