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      As were the rest of the trimmings.

      Another maid was in there, changing the bedding on his big black wooden bed.

      It was beautiful.

      The view was amazing and the curtains were black on ivory with a dash of pistachio-green—the only dart of colour in the entire room, apart from the view.

      Because it was the beginning of the month, Naomi took out her tablet and made a quick inventory.

      He had one woman who shopped for his clothing, who Naomi liaised with. He had another who dealt with food and beverages.

      His PA dealt with personal items.

      She went to his dressing table and saw the cologne she had ordered last month from Paris. The container was still half-full but she made a note and then, joy, went to his bedside table and made another note of items that needed to be replenished!

      She would not miss this part of her job in the least. In fact, she was so annoyed that she forgot to go through to the bathroom and instead took the shirts and headed into work.

      Sure enough, in the bureau in his office was a gleaming wooden box and Naomi had a peek inside and frowned.

      He’d bought it in Mali, she remembered.

      And she’d wondered why at the time.

      It was a fertility statue.

      Naomi considered whether she should call Sev and tell him that this might not be the best gift to give the sheikh but what the hell, it was his faux pas and she was still cross with him and not in the mood for another little chat with a naked Sev.

      Naomi wrapped the gift and decided that Sev could give it to him and deal with the consequences and she placed it back in the bureau. She then went to meet Jamal and spent a few hours shopping and chatting before Naomi saw her back to her hotel. She got a call from Sev’s driver to say that his plane had landed but she came back to an office still devoid of Sev.

      Damn.

      Allem would be here soon.

      She felt terrible, lying for Sev. Till today she hadn’t even known that Sev had a mother. She knew everything and nothing about him.

      He never spoke about family.

      She was never asked to send presents or flowers for anyone other than girlfriends.

      Naomi pulled up his account at the florist and looked at May.

      No, judging by the messages sent that month, a Mother’s Day bouquet hadn’t been sent.

      It was none of her business, Naomi told herself.

      She just wanted to know some more.

      She was alerted that Allem had arrived and Naomi greeted him. He was robed and wearing a kafeya and just so polished and well mannered she wondered if he was royal.

      ‘His plane has just landed,’ Naomi said, and fired Sev a text as they waited.

      And waited.

      Allem didn’t seem to mind in the least.

      ‘How long have you been working for Sevastyan?’ Allem asked, as Naomi poured tea.

      ‘Three months.’

      And with her notice served it would be three months and two weeks. Naomi had absolutely decided that she was going to do it.

      Finally Sev appeared, as rumpled as if he had flown economy to get here rather than on his luxury private jet.

      Still beautiful, Naomi thought, but though she smiled a greeting it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

      His neck was a mess from his weekend of passion and she knew now why it had taken so long for him to get from the airport—from the bag he was carrying it was clear that he had stopped off at Tiffany.

      Not for a second did she presume he’d stopped to buy something for her.

      ‘I’m very sorry to hear about your mother,’ Allem offered. ‘How is she?’

      ‘Touch and go,’ Sev replied, and jiggled his hand. No, he didn’t say sorry for being seven hours late. ‘Let’s go through to my office.’ He led Allem through and as he closed the door he gave Naomi a smile of thanks.

      No doubt he thought he had got away with it and Allem believed that his mother was sick—didn’t he get it that Allem was just too polite to mention the bite marks on his neck?

      Naomi was completely over this job.

      No, she wasn’t burnt out.

      It was far more than that.

      He’d lie about his own mother.

      Sev was a bastard.

      Felicity had told her that at her first interview.

      Even Sev had warned her that he was on her very first day.

      ‘I prefer computers,’ he’d yawned, as he’d called on her, on her very first day, to handle a teary previous date who’d kept calling him on the office phone. ‘No tears, no dramas.’ He’d seen her cheeks redden. ‘I’m not talking about porn.’

      ‘I never said that you were.’

      ‘I’m just saying that I prefer computers to people.’

      Naomi thought back to her first day and now and the months in between and, really, even if she knew so many details about his life, she knew him no better at all. She didn’t even know how he took his coffee.

      It, like Sev, changed on a whim.

      * * *

      Sev closed the door on Naomi’s silent disapproval and as Allem took a seat Sev opened up the bureau to see that Naomi had wrapped the gift for him.

      ‘I got this for Jamal when I was in Mali,’ Sev said and handed over the gift and watched as Allem opened it. ‘I remember you saying that she likes statues and I...’ his voice trailed off as Allem started laughing when he took out the ebony statue that had caught Sev’s restless eye a few weeks ago. ‘What’s so funny?’

      ‘Sevastyan, this is a most inappropriate gift to give to my wife,’ Allem said, but with a smile. ‘It’s a fertility statue.’

      ‘Really! Well, I want it out of this office, then.’

      ‘Actually, Jamal will laugh when I tell her that you bought this with her in mind. You are in fact a little too late. I’m delighted to tell you that we are expecting a baby in March.’

      Sev said all the right things.

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