The Return of the Sheikh. Kristi Gold

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      Rafiq slammed his palm on the table, rattling the dinnerware. “That is enough.”

      Zain tossed his napkin aside and ignored the woman setting the entrée before him. “I agree. I have had enough of this conversation.” He came to his feet and regarded Madison. “Ms. Foster, my apologies for disrupting your meal.”

      Without even a passing glance at his brother, Zain left the room and took the stairs two at a time. He had no doubt that after the display of distasteful family dynamics, he would have no need to seduce Madison Foster. She would most likely be taking the first plane back to America.

      With a plate balanced in her left hand, Madison knocked with her right and waited to gain entry, affording the king the courtesy he hadn’t shown her earlier that afternoon.

      “Enter” sounded from behind the heavy wooden door, the gruff, masculine voice full of obvious frustration.

      Madison strode into the room, head held high, determined not to show even a speck of nervousness, though admittedly she was a little shaky. More than a little shaky when she met his stern gaze and realized he didn’t look at all thrilled to see her.

      She set the plate on the desk and sat across from him without waiting for an invitation. “Elena sent you some pasta and the message that if you don’t eat, you’ll be too weak to rule.”

      He didn’t bother to stand. Instead, he stared at her for a few moments before he pushed the offering away. “You may tell Elena I will eat when I’m hungry.”

      She’d been stuck in the middle of one argument too many today. “You can tell her. Right now, we need to discuss your upcoming plans.”

      He leaned back in the brown leather chair and tented his hands together. “I assumed you would be well on your way home by now.”

      “You assumed wrong. I’m determined to see this through.”

      “Even after we aired our family grievances at dinner?”

      He had a lot to learn about her tenacity. “I’ve heard worse, and now I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

      “Proceed.”

      She would, with caution. “Do you have a strategy for overcoming your playboy reputation?”

      “My reputation has been overblown, Ms. Foster.”

      “Perception is everything when it comes to politics, Your Highness. And believe what you will, you’re in a political battle to restore your people’s faith in you. You’ve been gone almost ten years—”

      “Seven years.”

      “If you were a dog, that’s equivalent to almost fifty years.” And that had to be the most inane thing she’d said in ages, if ever. “Not that you’re a dog. I’m only saying that seven years is a long time in your situation.”

      He hinted at a smile. “Do you own a dog?”

      “Yes, I do. I mean, I did.” Clearly he was trying to divert her attention from more pressing concerns by using her former pooch. “Could we please get back on point?”

      “Yes,” he said. “The point is I am quite capable of overcoming my exaggerated reputation by demonstrating there is more to my character.”

      He was so sure of himself. So sexy in his confidence, and she hated herself for noticing. Again. “Can you really do that? Can you persuade the world you’re a serious leader when you can’t even convince your own brother you’re committed to your duty?”

      His dark eyes relayed an intense anger. “What did Rafiq tell you when I left the table?”

      Not as much as she would’ve liked. “He only said that he’s worried you’ll take off again if the pressure becomes too great.”

      “Despite what my brother believes, I am not a coward.”

      “I don’t think anyone is calling you a coward.” She sighed. “Look, I realize you have a lot of pride, but you might want to give up a little and realize you need someone in your corner. Someone who can serve as a sounding board during this transition.”

      “And you are that someone?”

      “I can be. And if you’ll allow me to use my connections, I can help establish some allies, and every country needs those. Even small, autonomous countries. I also still contend that you could use some help with your public addresses.” When he started to speak, she held up her hand to silence him. “I know, you have a degree and you’re intelligent and articulate, but I don’t see the harm in brainstorming content.”

      “I still see no reason why I would need to consult anyone on what I wish to say or how I wish to say it.”

      She was making no headway whatsoever. “What about the press? Wouldn’t you like to have someone serve as a buffer to make certain they convey the proper message?”

      “I have Deeb for that.”

      Deeb had about as much personality as a paperweight. “But if you show the world that you have a woman at your side, and one you’re not engaging in a torrid affair, that would send a clear message you’re not the player everyone believes you to be.”

      He studied the ceiling and remained silent for a few seconds before he brought his attention back to her. “Should we proceed, I have to be assured that whatever you might hear or might learn within these sacred walls will not be repeated.”

      Madison sensed impending victory, and possibly some serious secrets. “You can trust me to maintain confidentiality at all costs. But I have to know if there’s a scandal that could surface in the foreseeable future.”

      “Not if I can prevent it. And at the moment, that is all you need to know.”

      Madison could only hope that he might eventually trust her enough to confide in her. Otherwise, she couldn’t prepare for the worst-case scenario. “Fine. Then you agree to accept my help?”

      He streaked a palm over his shaded jaw. “For the time being, and as I stated earlier, you must agree to my terms.”

      Clearly he needed to maintain control. She’d give him a little leeway for now. “Fine. Perhaps now would be a good time to spell out your terms.”

      “If I disagree with your advice, you’ll refrain from arguing,” he said.

      That could prove to be a challenge. “Okay.”

      “You will consult me before you plan your soirées, and you will let me approve the guest lists.”

      Considering his lack of popularity, it could prove to be a short list. “Fair enough.”

      “And you will adhere to my schedule, which means I will decide the time and the place for our meetings.”

      “I assumed your study would be the most appropriate meeting place.”

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