Desert Sheikh vs American Princess by Teresa Morgan

Author:Teresa Morgan [Morgan, Teresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Eight

NOELLE WOKE COOL and cozy under Walid's sheets. She also woke alone.

Thoughts drifted through her sleepy mind like golden dust motes through a shaft of morning light.

I slept with Walid last night.

It was amazing.

I can still smell him on the sheets.

He's not here now.

He said he wouldn't regret it. He probably regrets it.

The only part she regretted was this part, right now. The sex? That had been hot, just like Walid. She should probably check the linen for scorch marks.

He'd been right. They were good together. Really good. Not only did they heat up the bedroom, when they weren't fighting, they had an emotional connection. There was something between them that had the potential to grow.

But no matter what, he was the guy who'd kidnapped her. The guy who was still kidnapping her, in fact. It wasn't like he'd stopped.

How much did that matter now? Okay, it wasn't great. But she sort of understood his motives. It wasn't about her at all; it had been to get her father to pay up money he legally owed. Now that she knew Walid a little more, she knew he had to have some desperate reason for needing that money, or he wouldn't have done it.

She probably should have gotten that info out of him before sexing him up, she thought. She would definitely have to find out before sleeping with him again. If he even wanted to.

What was going to happen with him now? Yes, they'd connected in bed last night, but more than that, she'd revealed way too much about herself. He even knew about Bonnie.

Thale definitely had a big mouth.

Was she going to keep trying to escape now? Why would she? She could just wait her father out, enjoying Askar's hospitality and Walid's bed. When her dad finally paid his bill--or Walid got tired of her and kicked her out--she could fly off into the sunset.

Was that Walid's goal in sleeping with her? Maybe last night was a tactic, him trying to control her after all. Hadn't seemed that way, but here she was, considering trashing her escape plans.

Not good. Or was it? Was she seeing things that just weren't there?

She let out a mental scream of irritation, but even that came out strangled.

Here was her problem: she needed to go for a run. A run would clear her mind, spark the brain cells, and fill her with happy chemicals that made everything seem better. Then she could face her problems.

She sat up, the sheets falling to her naked waist. As she braced herself to launch into the (very confusing) day, she felt a crispy crackle under her hand.

A paper. With scrawled writing. Walid's writing.

Noele:

Forgive me, I should like to make love to you this morning, but I have busines.

I leave you something to ocupy you until we see each other again, this evening. You wil find it on the table. I know you wil take care of this historic artifact, which I do not have to tel you is special.

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