Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,22

my full attention.”

Cassy was irritated that he’d seen through her sarcasm. “I’m fine,” she muttered, but inwardly, she was fuming.

His eyes lit up, sensing her anger. “You must be honest with me,” he told her. “Otherwise, it will create difficulties in our relationship.”

Cassy was so startled by his comment that she couldn’t stop the burst of laughter. “Your Highness, we don’t have a relationship, other than a professional one. I’m your lawyer and you are my client.” She looked around, ignoring his arched eyebrow. “Now, if you could please get me my bag, we can discuss the issues surrounding the disbursement of this house.” She paused for a moment. “It really is beautiful. If you don’t mind me asking, why do you want to sell it?”

“I don’t,” he replied, shrugging one of those massive shoulders that so fascinated her. Eyes up, she reminded herself. Eyes off his shoulders. Shoulders were not part of this transaction! Shoulders were nice…especially his shoulders…but shoulders didn’t do business. Cassy castigated herself for allowing her eyes to move over his shoulders too many times.

How often had she been offended when a man couldn’t keep his eyes off her breasts? There was no excuse for her doing the same to a man, no matter how deliciously broad and muscular his shoulders might seem.

She focused on his face. It took a long moment for his answer to sink in and when it finally did, Cassy was confused. “I thought I was here to help you sell this to one of your friends?”

Nasir took in the beautifully elegant room, almost as if he hadn’t really looked at the house before this moment. “It was gifted to me several years ago. It has served its purpose. It is time for another purpose now.”

She was amazed. Someone had given this house as a gift? Wow! Rich people really were different! “What purpose is it going to serve now?”

He shrugged and Cassy couldn’t stop her eyes from dropping once again to those shoulders. They really were magnificent, she thought. But still…not her focus. Eyes up!

“It will be a gift. A gift of goodwill.”

Cassy looked down into her coffee cup, not saying a word as she sifted through the legal implications of the transference of property. From his explanation, this transfer might be more complicated than she’d originally suspected. When she took a breath, she looked up at him. “Okay, so you’re gifting this to a friend.”

“Not a friend. At least, not a friend yet. I hope we will become friends eventually.”

More confusion, but again, she pulled back all of her curiosity and focused on the task that her firm was hired to accomplish. “Gifting a house to another person still has tax ramifications. If you…”

“The financial issues will be dealt with by my accountants. I need you to draw up the papers that will transfer ownership. I need your expertise due to the transference of the property from one country, mine, to another country. There are many legal obstacles and you will be in charge of the language within the contract that will overcome those obstacles. The property taxes and insurance will be done through my accountants as well.”

Cassy wasn’t sure what to say, but her mind reeled with the huge responsibility. And yet, she couldn’t relate to a world in which financial issues were cast aside. Income taxes, property taxes, insurance, and gifting of a house were…unheard of in her world.

A world she didn’t understand and couldn’t comprehend! It was so out of her realm! People from her sphere gifted a sweater or a tie. They didn’t give someone else a house, much less a mansion in one of the priciest cities in the world.

She tried to hide her rural upbringing behind a façade of professionalism. “Understood, Your Highness.”

“I gave you permission to call me Nasir,” he pointed out.

Cassy shook her head, unaware of how her dark hair sparkled in the overhead lights. “I prefer to keep things professional, Your Highness.”

He laughed softly. “Cassy, we will be so many things to each other in the future. You should learn that I don’t take ‘no’ easily. You will call me by my first name, and accept that it will be your right.”

She stiffened, although she wasn’t sure about the meaning that seemed to be implied. So, instead of using his name or rejecting that “privilege,” she moved on. “I can go down to the appropriate offices in town and file for a transfer of ownership. I just need to draw up