The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress Page 0,5
education. None of them doing her any good since she couldn"t use them. Chapter 2
King Abbas walked out of the ballroom with his normal determined stride. “What is next?” he asked his aide who was following beside him. The conference he"d just left had been tedious but since he"d been the featured speaker, he had to attend. He smoothed his blue tie down over his crisp white shirt and unbuttoned the black jacket. He was impatient to have this day over with so he could move on to more pressing business. Diplomatic travel, although necessary, still felt like an imposition on his time.
“You are meeting next with your ward, Your Highness,” he said, reading efficiently off of the electronic hand held device that maintained Dharr"s daily activities. “She is scheduled to be here in twenty minutes. I have not heard that she has arrived yet.”
Dharr nodded his head. “Fine.” He glanced down at his watch. “See if she can meet me now. Then call the plane and make sure we"ll be able to take off early. I want to be in Paris by dinner,” he said, thinking about his mistress and her soft, full curves. He had meetings in Paris that would last most of the next day but he was looking forward to a relaxing evening with a soft, willing woman. His eyes narrowed slightly when he thought of Dominique. This would have to be his last liaison with her. She was becoming too demanding, wanting more than he was willing to give her. Her soft curves were nice enough, but her temper was not to be allowed. Dharr expected all of his mistresses to be soft and yielding, a place for him to release the stress of his title and obligations. Not to add to them.
He was just about to give his aide additional instructions when his eye caught sight of the slender beauty sitting in the hotel"s restaurant. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a stream of silk, ending in the middle of her back. She was sitting straight, her back not touching the back of the chair and her profile was startling with high cheekbones and a long, elegant neckline. Her soft, pink suit hid her curves but he suspected that she would be delightfully endowed.
“Hold off on that call,” he said, vaguely aware that his aide immediately shut the cell phone and fell back slightly.
Dharr walked forward, his experienced eyes noting other features in the lovely woman that further piqued his interest. Her soft, green eyes were dreamy, staring off into space and her full, sensuous lips were slightly parted, as if she were thinking of her lover. Within the space of a few moments, Dharr determined that he was going to be that man. His mind was already considering the details of how to insert her into the Paris apartment and move the demanding Dominique out. It never occurred to him that this incredible beauty might resist. Women did not resist. Ever. If a part of him wanted a challenge where women were concerned, he pushed it aside, cynically knowing that women were after his title, or his wealth, or both and none were very concerned about anything else.
The idea passed through his mind quickly but he continued to work on the details as he weaved his way through the tables toward her. His eyes took in her lovely face, her perfect skin and green eyes that looked like soft moss after an early spring rain shower. Yes, she would suit his needs perfectly, he told himself.
“Excuse me, but may I buy you another cup of coffee?” he asked.
Electra looked up and was startled by the appearance of the man in front of her table. But this wasn"t just any man. This Adonis was gorgeous with swarthy, olive skin and almost black eyes that perfectly matched his black hair. His lips were thin but somehow managed to portray a feeling of sensuousness that struck something deep down inside of her. His nose was patrician, hawklike even and she could tell that the man"s lithe body contained muscles underneath the perfectly tailored dark suit.
But it wasn"t his physical attributes that sent all of her nerves to tingling alert. It was something about the man that just shrieked danger. Her mind was screaming run away as fast as possible. But the feminine side of her, the side that craved some sort of male attention that had been denied to her for so long,