Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,14

difficult to keep her eyes open as the airplane swept smoothly over Europe.

By the time the flight attendant gently woke her, the plane was preparing to land and it was close to twilight, Zurich time. Unfortunately, Cassy had only gotten about six hours of sleep over the past three days and she could barely keep her eyes open, even as the plane taxied to a stop. She vaguely remembered walking down the stairs of the plane and stepping into the back seat of another waiting town car, but she’d fallen back asleep snuggled into the soft leather seat.

Chapter 3

The softness of the bed called to her, tempting her to simply bury her face in the extremely soft pillow and ignore the world. She didn’t want to wake up because she was warm, cozy, and felt better than she had in a long, long time. Cassy didn’t want to let go of that feeling. So instead, she snuggled deeper into the blankets.

A knock on the door startled her and she automatically called out, “Come in!”

Sighing, she rolled over in the bed and…wait. Where was she?

Deep, husky laughter startled her awake. “You’re not fully awake yet, are you?”

Her eyes popped open and she looked around, noticing for the first time that this wasn’t her lumpy, ugly bed. The mattress was too soft and the pillows too wonderful. Also, there was no way she’d be able to afford sheets and a comforter of this quality.

Cassy’s gaze landed on the man standing beside the bed. “What are you doing here?” she whispered, feeling disoriented, confused, and bedraggled next to his sophistication. And she wanted a toothbrush! Good grief, why was he in her hotel room?

“You invited me in?” he prompted, a teasing look in his dark, sexy eyes.

She sat up and looked around. This didn’t look like any hotel room she’d ever stayed in, she thought, taking in the beautiful décor, the expensive furniture, and the gorgeous windows. And yellow? She wouldn’t have thought that a hotel would decorate a room in yellow. That seemed very odd. Normally, hotels decorated in more neutral colors. Didn’t they?

“What’s going on?” She realized she was practically naked. She was still wearing her underwear and bra, but nothing else. Then she remembered being led up into this room by a smiling woman who had asked if she needed anything. Cassy had assured the woman, whoever she was, that she was fine. As soon as she’d been alone, Cassy had simply pulled off her clothes and gotten into bed, falling instantly into a dreamless sleep.

Nasir’s dark eyes watched her as he leaned a muscular shoulder against the wall. When he spoke, she could tell that he was trying hard not to laugh. “You arrived at my home last night. My housekeeper told me this morning that you were beyond exhausted last night.”

“Yes, but…” she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Why am I here?”

He laughed softly. “I need your legal expertise. You’re here to help me transfer my house as a gift to Mikal.”

She blinked, her hand clutching the sheet to her chest. His presence, those bulging biceps in his arms and his long legs…they weren’t helping her thinking process. “Who is Mikal?”

Nasir stepped closer, seeing small glimpses of her plain, cotton underthings and the idea that this beautiful woman wore only serviceable items seemed…well, that was an issue for later, he told himself.

Obviously, she’d been working too hard, pushing herself to exhaustion. Otherwise, she never would have taken her clothes off last night and simply dumped them beside the bed.

As she shifted on the bed, his eyes noticed something horrific. The woman wore a sports bra! It was such a crime to contain those beautiful breasts in a sports bra. As a man, he was offended. As her future lover, he was determined. A sports bra? Underneath a business suit? That could not be allowed. She should be draped in beautiful things, lacy intimates, as well as silks and satins.

And yet, Nasir couldn’t seem to pull his fascinated gaze away from her delectable body. He wouldn’t touch her at the moment, but she was delectably tempting with her cheeks still rosy from sleep. But Nasir preferred his lovers awake and participative versus barely conscious.

Still, he wasn’t blind! And the image of those serviceable, practical underthings just…he was offended on her behalf.

“Why do you wear a sports bra under your suits?” he asked, reaching out to push a lock of dark hair out of her eyes. She looked