A Sheikh for Christmas by Leslie North

Author:Leslie North [North, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-07T05:00:00+00:00

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Melody woke up with a new determination bubbling inside her. After spending hours tossing and turning and wrestling with her growing affection for Daveed, she came to a realization. If she wanted to start a new life, one she could be proud of—one that Daveed might be proud of too—then she needed to change her thinking.

She got up, got dressed, then headed out to the kitchen, only to find a note from Daveed beside the still-warming coffee pot stating that he would be gone most of the day working on Aileen’s case with the guys and that he’d see her later.

After fixing herself a mug of caffeine, she took a seat on one of the stools at the bar and grabbed paper and a pen. Daveed was always so fond of his lists, maybe she’d start using them too. But the longer she sat there, staring at the blank page, the more she realized lists really weren’t her style. She was more of a spontaneous, go with the flow, see where the adventure takes you kind of gal. She shoved the paper and pen aside.

If she wanted to be self-sufficient, she’d need money. She’d already pawned her ring to get the funds to return to the States, so all she had to her name at the moment was the two thousand left in her personal savings account and the clothes in her suitcase. The money in her account wouldn’t go far in an expensive city like New York. The clothes might be a different story.

Sliding off her stool, she took her coffee back to her bedroom and began pulling everything out of her suitcase to see what she had. Beside the jeans and T-shirt she was wearing, she also had four designer dresses from the most recent resort collections. Three pairs of handmade designer pumps. One Judith Leiber evening bag and assorted lingerie from Paris.

The underthings were out as far as resale, but the rest was up for grabs. There were several vintage shops she frequented in Chelsea. She’d stop by them later and see if they’d be interested in the dresses and shoes. The Leiber clutch—shaped like a sparkly pink seashell—she’d take back to Neiman’s. It was a one-of-a-kind that she’d picked up on a whim on her way to the airport with Jefferson that ill-fated night after her play. At the time, she’d thought she’d carry it during the wedding ceremony. God, what an idiot she’d been.

Inventory taken of her things, she walked back out to the kitchen to go through the newspaper classified ads. No matter what she got for her stuff, she’d still need a steady source of income for the future. But as she went through the ads, her heart sank. Most of the decent paying positions required experience, which she didn’t have. Living under her parents’ roof all her life meant really the only things she knew about were fashion and style. Sure, she had a degree from Vassar, but Daveed had been right to laugh.

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