Zahkim Sheikhs Series: The Complete Series by Leslie North

Author:Leslie North [North, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty minutes later, Christine walked carefully down the palace stairs; she wasn't used to heels. She'd showered, slapped on minimal makeup—foundation with sunscreen in it and a swipe of lipstick with moisturizer—and slipped on a long sleeve dress. It was a favorite. High necked, floor length, but with enough skirt around the hem that she could walk, the navy jersey flowed around her. It was her go-to for university functions, and she'd swept her curls up and away from her face, plastering them in place with hair gel. She was ready to face Arif—and keep him at a distance. But the ring glittering on her finger seemed to mock that idea.

She'd tried slipping it off a couple of times, but it had stuck over her knuckle. She didn't want to damage it, and she'd try with some soap or oil later. For now, it looked great with the dress—very dramatic.

Once she stepped outside the palace's thick walls, however, she almost regretted the long sleeves and hem. Heat seemed to close around her, even though the sun had set and twilight lingered in the sky. Overhead, stars had begun to pop, bright and shimmering. The world smelled of the dry desert and car exhaust from the black limo waiting for her, door open.

Arif waited for her, his hips propped on the side of the car. He looked sinfully good, and Christine made a mental note not to think about how his arms had felt around her. He pushed off the car and gestured to the limo's dark interior. "This will be more comfortable than my car."

And it was. The second she stepped in, air conditioning washed over her, cool and soothing. Music—something local she suspected, given its non-Western drum rhythm—played softly. Maybe it was one of Tess's new productions.

Arif swept into the limo like a force of nature. The thing was huge, but his personality dominated the interior. She tried to focus on the soft seats, the tan leather trim, the miles of leg room, and the minibar built into the back of the front seat. A window separated them from the driver. But she kept glancing at Arif, kept noticing just how wide his shoulders were, how the light hit his face to reveal new angles, how the hollow of his throat looked with a small nick where he'd tidied his beard.

Stop it.

Arif shut the door, and the car moved down the drive with a low purr and not so much as a bump. Okay, she could get used to this. Her compact back home was great on gas mileage, but not much on comfort.

Keeping his promise, Arif also kept his distance from her. It was almost maddening to be so close, with his scent teasing her and those long elegant fingers gesturing but not touching. He offered her sparkling water in a cut-crystal glass, asked about her day, how her research was going. She didn't think he could be all that interested, but he listened with his body angled

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