Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,24
staff is quite thorough.”
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, putting her fork down as her appetite dissipated. The idea of someone snooping through her life was…disconcerting.
“What else do you know about me?” she asked, her head bowed as she braced herself.
Nasir contemplated her body language and he didn’t like it. Not one little bit. She was angry, but there was something more hidden behind those beautiful eyes. An edge that he couldn’t quite figure out. She’d had that same look when she’d pulled away earlier today.
Instead of confronting her, he went on. “You graduated Magna Cum Laude from Georgetown University Law School, an impressive feat. Although you attended on a generous scholarship, you still have a hefty student loan to pay off, which you are doing with admirable regularity.” She was still tense, as if waiting for him to say something horrible. “You have two very good friends whom you’ve known since your high school years. You’re a social person at work, but you don’t attend as many company functions as one might expect of a lawyer on the partner track. You have about two thousand dollars in your savings account, which would be higher but you’re paying off those student loans at a faster rate than is strictly needed, especially taking into account the interest rate on those loans. Plus, you are also building up your professional wardrobe.” Still no reaction, no movement. “You don’t date, or you haven’t in recent months…why is that?”
Cassy’s head snapped up. “Why do you care?” she demanded, her voice cracking as she waited for him to discover her childhood terror.
“Just curious. It won’t impact how I feel for you, Cassandra.”
Nasir continued to watch her carefully, sensing a secret somewhere in that litany of background information.
She turned slightly so that she was looking out the window. Nasir took a moment to admire her profile.
“Is that all? If so, perhaps we should get to work.” She stood up and folded her napkin, placing it carefully on the chair. “My bag?” she asked again.
Nasir sighed. “What secret do you not want me to know, Cassandra?” he asked, standing as well and reaching for her hands. “What is in your past that hurts so badly?”
She shrugged, trying to step backwards, but he held her hands firmly. “I just don’t like people prying into my life. It’s invasive. How would you…” she stopped when one of his dark eyebrows went up. “Okay, stupid question. I suppose everyone pries into your business, don’t they?”
He smiled and tucked her hand onto his elbow. “My life is not my own. So yes, I know how you feel about the private details of one’s life being fodder for gossip and speculation.” The doors to the dining room opened, the two guards obviously aware that he was leaving the room.
“We’ll work in my office. Some basic documents have been drawn up already. You will just need to incorporate the specific language.”
Cassy nodded as she let him lead her through the amazing house. The hallway was long and gorgeous, revealing a series of rooms that she wanted to examine in more detail, but she didn’t want to ask for a tour. She’d been the one to insist on getting to work. She couldn’t very well tell him that now she wanted to play. Besides, work was better. A tour might mean too many places or rooms where they might find themselves alone.
His office was a massive room with wood paneling and floor to ceiling shelves on one side filled with books, some of which looked extremely old and valuable.
“Your work bag is here,” he lifted the leather tote from one of the chairs where a servant had obviously stashed it. “No one has looked inside,” he assured her as she pulled out a pen and her notepad, preparing to take notes.
Cassy shook her head as she stepped away from him. Goodness, he smelled good! As soon as she could no longer feel the heat of his body, she regretted her move. But that was crazy, she told herself as she pulled out the file filled with the prepared transfer documents. She couldn’t actually like him touching her! That would be…wrong!
Shaking her head, she clutched the file against her chest. “Is there a place I could work? I’ll get these documents reviewed with additional questions to finalize the wording in,” she looked at her watch and then eyed the thickness of the file folder, “two hours.”