The Sheikh’s Fake Marriage (Sheikhs of Hamari Book 2) by Leslie North

Author:Leslie North [North, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

11

Chloe stuck the cap of her pen between her teeth and looked out the window of Kishon’s rooms at the city below. It was too quiet to think in here, honestly. Somehow, she was still used to the constant background noise of the bar—glasses against tables, the rise and fall of people’s voice, the muted scrape of stools against the floor. Even when she had the time to paint in DC, the parks she had visited had almost always been filled with other people.

She shouldn’t complain about the luxurious quiet of Kishon’s suite, even in her thoughts. The rooms were so quiet because of the plush carpeting that molded to her feet like memory foam. They were quiet because of the elegant—and still comfortable—overstuffed furniture, chosen by Hamari’s best designer. The quiet was…aspirational.

The youth center should give people aspirations, too. Yes. That’s what she’d been trying to focus on before the whisper of the central air system had caught her attention. As much as she wanted to be spending her days making art outside, it was too much of a shame for that building to go to waste. There was a place and time for sidewalk chalk. And there was a place and time for learning what the rest of the world had to offer.

The youth center’s vitality was a matter of programming, probably.

Chloe glanced over the legal pad in the hefty black-leather folio. She’d asked for a notebook from the staff, and the folio had appeared fifteen minutes later. She couldn’t decide if the staff had felt sorry for her about her honeymoon being canceled, or if members of the royal family always wanted everything to be so over-the-top. She’d ask Kishon about it when he was done with his meetings.

Meetings, the day after their wedding. She huffed a laugh. Being the king certainly didn’t guarantee any downtime, that was for sure.

A knock sounded at the door. She got to her feet without thinking, the pen slipping from between her teeth and falling to the coffee table with a clatter. “Coming,” she called, her heart giving an answering knock against her rib cage. Kishon never announced himself by knocking, so it wasn’t him. Maybe now that they were married, she should get into the habit of people coming in and out of his suite.

She opened the door and looked out at…

A maid?

The woman who stood just outside the door wore a plain outfit very similar to the tunic and close-fitting pants the maids wore. Chloe had asked her personal attendant about the uniforms just that morning, after Kishon had jetted off to see about wedding preparations. Only…it wasn’t quite that outfit.

“Hello,” said Chloe, remembering that she was supposed to be the gracious queen of Hamari and nothing less to anyone who saw her in the palace or in public. “Hi.” She was doing a fantastic job. “What can I do for you?”

The woman’s ponytail, dark and shining, bobbed in a perfect fall behind her head as she cocked her head to the side.

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