Shelter for the Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Romance Novel (Curves for Sheikhs Series Book 9) by Annabelle Winters

Author:Annabelle Winters [Winters, Annabelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Rainshine
Published: 2017-11-15T16:00:00+00:00

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“That’s what you call a cabin?” Irene asked when the house finally came into view at the end of a long, winding, terribly overgrown path. “Um, that’s not a cabin. That’s a mansion. Holy smokes.”

“Well, I am a billionaire king, you know,” said the Sheikh, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped towards the large hardwood door and began looking around outside it. “Now where did I hide that damned key?”

Irene laughed. “So we just walked for three days, almost got eaten by a bear, and now that we’re finally here, we can’t get in? Can’t we just break one of the windows? Isn’t there a back door?”

The Sheikh turned to her with a frown. “This place was designed to be rather hard to break into.” He rubbed his neck again. “Perhaps I should have considered that before . . . ah, here we go! Thank Allah for small mercies!”

He pulled away a thick green creeper from the base of the wood post to the left of the front door, digging into the soil with his strong fingers. Grimacing, he pulled out a steel lockbox from under the earth, smiling as held up the dirt-covered object like it was buried treasure.

The lockbox had a combination dial on it, and the Sheikh stared at the dial and then looked up at Irene. “Now if only I could remember the damned combination,” he said, his green eyes wide like a child’s.

Irene wasn’t sure whether to faint or take off one of her shoes and hurl it at his oafish smile. But as she considered those options, she saw the grin break full on his face.

“I had you,” he said through that grin as she clenched her teeth and shook her head.

“I was about to throw my son at your head,” she growled. “Don’t mess with a woman who’s been three days without a shower when she’s so close to a real bathroom.”

The Sheikh lost the grin and took on that innocent, oopsy-daisy expression again. “Shower? Real bathroom? My dear, this is a rustic log cabin, not the Four Seasons. We bathe in the rain, and we do our business in the woods.”

But he wasn’t getting her this time. “This place is big enough to have an indoor pool and two tennis courts,” she said smugly. “I’ll concede that you have some mountain man skills, but you ain’t building your secret hideaway without a Jacuzzi and a five-speed massaging shower. For crying out loud, I see two satellite dishes on top of . . . what is that, the third floor in your rustic log cabin?”

“Second mezzanine. And I will have you know, I need two satellite dishes because of the curvature of the Earth this far north.”

“Oh, boo hoo. The Earth is too curvy for you to get your Middle-Eastern TV shows! Oh, the hardship!” Irene raised a hand to her forehead and pretended to stagger, but she underestimated how worn out she was after the stress of the past few days, and she really did stagger.

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