The Sheikh's Son. Kristi Gold

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СКАЧАТЬ suddenly broke all contact and took a step back. “There is something I need to say before we go any further.”

      Piper managed to break through the sensual fog and back into reality. “You’re married.”

      “Of course not.”

      That left only one scenario as far as she could see. “If you’re worried that I’m making some alcohol-induced decision, you’re wrong. Yes, I’ve had a couple of drinks, but I’m not drunk. And yes, this strangers-in-the night scenario is a first for me. In fact, I’ve only had one lover, and even calling him that is a stretch.”

      He seemed totally confused by that concept. “How is that possible for such an appealing woman?”

      “Believe me, it is possible because I’m very particular.”

      “I am flattered, yet I still question whether you are giving this enough thought.”

      She didn’t want to think, only do. “Look, in a perfect world, I’d suggest we spend a few days getting to know each other before we take this step. But unfortunately I was informed only a few hours ago that I’m traveling to some obscure Middle Eastern country to schmooze with sheikhs for the sake of trying to win a water conservation contract.”

      His expression went stone-cold serious. “Are you referring to the Mehdis?”

      “Yes, and I realize they’re your friends, but—”

      “We need to talk.”

      That meant only one thing—party’s over. “All right,” she muttered, unable to mask the disappointment in her voice.

      A.J. led her to the white sofa set out in the middle of the room. After they settled on the cushions side by side, he took both her hands into his. “You are one of the most beautiful, intelligent and intriguing women I have met in a very long time. Quite simply, you’re special. For that reason, I do not want to take advantage of you.”

      Take advantage of me, dammit, she wanted to say, but opted for a more subtle debate. “I’m not special at all. However, I’m sure you normally require an experienced partner, and if it’s that’s your concern, I’m much more adventurous than I seem. I think my being in your hotel room is a sure sign of that.”

      He released her hands and leaned back. “As much as I would like to find out, I’d prefer not to complicate matters, which leads me to what I need to tell you. I pilot the Mehdis’ plane.”

      Her eyes widened from sheer shock. “Why didn’t you tell me this in the beginning?”

      “It didn’t matter until you said you’d be working with them. If the king learned I was bedding a prospective client, he would, simply put, go ballistic.”

      Figured. “Leave it to some well-heeled royal to spoil my good time. That’s why I have no use for that kind of man.”

      His gaze wandered away. “He would be justified in his condemnation. I have a responsibility to the Mehdis and a need to be taken seriously by them.”

      “At all costs?”

      “I’m afraid that is the case at this point in time.”

      In other words, thanks but no thanks, or at least that was what Piper heard. Feeling somewhat humiliated, she came to her feet. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you, A.J. Thank you for a very lovely and eye-opening evening.”

      Before she had a meltdown, Piper headed away, only to be stopped by A.J. bracing her shoulders from behind before she could open the door.

      He turned her to face him, his expression extremely solemn. “Piper, there are two things you must know about me. First, I have been taught that a man is only as good as his honor, and I am trying to honor you, even if I would like to take that black dress off you and carry you to my bed. Despite my concerns about my job, you also deserve the utmost respect and regard. And once you have time to consider my decision, you will thank me for saving you from a possible mistake.”

      For some reason that made Piper a little miffed. “Do you honestly believe I don’t know my own mind?”

      “I believe you’re too trusting.”

      Now she was just plain mad. “I’m an adult, A.J., not some naive adolescent. And in case you’re worried, I’m not a prude, I’m picky. Last, the only mistake I made tonight was thinking you could be the man who would be worth the wait. Obviously I was wrong.”

      He softly touched her face. “You are not wrong. When it comes to us—” he twined their fingers together, sending a message that wasn’t lost on Piper “—making love, I assure you that would definitely be worth the wait. And that is what I’m proposing, waiting until we have the opportunity to know each other while you are in Bajul.”

      Piper’s anger almost disappeared. Almost. “That would depend on whether you’re everything you seem to be, because I believe honesty and honor go hand in hand. Now, what was the second thing you wanted me to know?”

      A strange look passed over his face. “I still believe in chivalry. Will you allow me to walk you to your room?”

      She shook her head. “No, thanks. I’m a big girl and I can find my way.”

      “As you wish.” After he escorted her into the corridor, A.J. executed a slight bow. “If I don’t see you tomorrow on the plane, Ms. McAdams, then I will make it a point to seek you out in Bajul.”

      She boarded the extremely large and lavish private plane less than five minutes before their scheduled departure, due to the rush-hour traffic and an apathetic cabdriver. When the five-man survey crew settled into the vacant beige leather seats at the front of the plane, she walked the aisle past what she assumed to be staff and press members. Despite the size of the plane, it appeared the back half had been cordoned off to passengers. Most likely it held a series of conference rooms and perhaps even living quarters. She might ask A.J. to give her the grand tour, provided she actually encountered him before they landed.

      She paused in the aisle to address a middle-aged, professor-like man with sparse graying hair, wire-rimmed glasses and kind brown eyes. Hopefully he spoke English, and that the last remaining spot was available. “Is this seat taken?”

      “It is reserved for Miss McAdams,” he replied. “Is that you?”

      Fortunately a language barrier wouldn’t exist during the lengthy flight. “Yes, that’s me.”

      “Then the seat is yours.”

      After sliding in next to the man and settling her red tote at her feet, she shifted toward him and stuck out her hand. “Hello, I’m Piper McAdams. I’m traveling to Bajul with the GLM engineers.”

      He gave her hand a soft shake. “Mr. Deeb.”

      Not a lot to go on there. Time for a fishing expedition. “Are you a friend of the sheikh’s?”

      “I am serving as his attaché on this trip.”

      “I’m sure СКАЧАТЬ