Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,19

obviously forgotten about. “The matching bra would look even more amazing on you,” he suggested. He saw the shift in her breathing, the way her eyes changed, and the subtle but oh-so-delicious change in her body language. Yes, she was affected. Embarrassed, confused, and innocent, but still affected. She didn’t want to be, which was a curiosity, but he would figure out why eventually. He was good at eliminating obstacles.

He sifted through the dozens of bras and lifted out the one that matched her underwear. The whole time, Cassy sputtered with outrage.

“Here,” he urged. “Wear the matching bra and I’ll meet you downstairs for lunch.”

She grabbed the scrap of material that was dangling from his fingers and glared at him. “Just get out!” she hissed, only to receive an amused chuckle in response.

“As you wish,” he finally said.

When the door closed, thankfully with him on the other side, she huffed as she tossed the tiny bra away. There was no way a bra like that could hold her in comfortably. She was too big-breasted to deal with a stupid scrap of lace like that. She grabbed her sports bra and snapped it into place, feeling better now that she was adequately covered, pulled in, and no jiggling could possibly take place. Not with this puppy, she thought grimly, pulling the sweater over her head.

Finally dressed, Cassy squared her shoulders as she pulled open the door. She’d show him choices, she thought furiously.

“Where is he?” Cassy demanded of a passing servant when she reached the bottom of an enormous, curving staircase. She refused to be intimidated by the staff members rushing around or the gigantic, crystal chandelier that hung in the foyer. A foyer that was too huge for any reasonable person. This entire home was too big and ostentatious! It screamed wealth and elegance, but seriously, why did one person need this much space and this many staff members?! It was ridiculous and only fueled her anger, giving her another reason for hating the man, other than the fact that he could make her want things that she didn’t want to want.

The servant jumped in surprise and Cassy took a deep breath. “I apologize,” she said with a calm she didn’t feel, trying to force a smile but, going by the new expression on the servant’s face, her smile was more ferocious than Cassy had intended. “I’m trying to find His Highness. Can you point me in the right direction?” she asked.

The servant was still wary and pointed to the left. “He’s in the dining room, ma’am,” she said, backing up a step.

“Thank you very much,” Cassy replied, trying for a calm, professional expression.

Turning in the direction indicated, Cassy pushed open the doors, ignoring the two guards that were standing sentry outside the room. When she saw her target sitting at an intimate looking table, casually reading a newspaper, her temper flared. She fought to keep her temper under control, but he’d invaded her space without any sort of apology. And she suspected that he’d manipulated this whole trip to Zurich just to get to her.

“I will shoot you if you don’t…” she didn’t get a chance to finish. The two men who had been standing guard immediately grabbed her arms. An abrupt command halted their actions.

“What…?!” she gasped. She was released and Cassy turned, glaring at the two guards who were moving back reluctantly. Both still tense and ready to tackle her to the ground.

That’s when she realized what she’d just said, or more specifically, threatened. One didn’t voice a threat to shoot a man of Nasir’s position and authority! “Sorry,” she muttered with increasing irritation laced with contrition. “Bad choice of words.”

Nasir laughed softly as he moved closer. “Cassy, do you even know how to shoot a gun?” he asked.

He was on his feet, towering over her. Waiting for an answer.

Unnerved, Cassy shifted on her feet nervously. He’d completely called her bluff, ignoring the point of the threat. “Well, no. Not really,” she finally replied, crossing her arms over her breasts and glaring up at him defiantly.

Nasir chuckled and reached around her, putting a hand to the small of her back to lead her over to the table. “We’ll have to fix that,” he pulled out a chair for her.

“Fix what?” she asked, staring at all the food as her stomach grumbled with hunger. She suddenly realized how famished she was. Cassy had skipped both lunch and dinner the previous day, apparently having slept through both meals because