Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,25
out the massive leather chair from behind the enormous desk. “Feel free to use the phone and whatever else you need. I have a meeting with my staff, so you won’t be disturbed.”
She nodded and watched as he left the office. Did the man always walk as if he were a ferocious beast? He was all grace and muscles, and there was just something about him that was too powerful to be contained. It was like he was a human version of a lion or panther, all graceful lines and sensuous beauty on the outside, but a person instinctively knew that there was dangerous power lurking just underneath the surface, ready to spring at the first sign of weakness.
When the door closed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Looking down at the paper, Cassy told herself to forget about the man and focus on the work. Work had gotten her this far. The males in her past had only brought her down. They weren’t worth the hassle.
Three hours later, she’d made notes in the margins of each page and was ready to ask questions so that she could finalize the document.
While searching for the man in question, she was able to peek into some of the rooms that they’d passed by earlier and Cassy was astounded all over again by the wealth evident in this place. It was huge! Who needed this many places to sit?
“Can I help you, ma’am?” a servant asked when Cassy came out of yet another room, this one apparently a music room complete with a grand piano and harp. A harp! Nasir didn’t seem like the kind of man to own a harp, much less play one, but maybe he kept it around for someone else to play. Because, of course, every palace needed a spare harp, right? What’s a palace without one?
“Yes, I’m trying to find His Highness,” Cassy said, taking perverse pleasure in calling the man by his title instead of his name as he’d demanded.
The servant smiled politely. “He has been expecting you, Ms. Flemming. This way,” she said, leading Cassy out of the house through one of the back doors. Gone were the sounds of the city that she was used to at her apartment complex. This garden was surrounded by high walls, which were hidden by lush vegetation.
Cassy’s apartment complex had a small courtyard in the middle of the four apartment buildings. The courtyard even had a pool. But this area…this was not simply a courtyard. This was an oasis! The pool was beautiful and most likely heated since this was Switzerland. Even in the summer months, the weather was still cool. The pool was surrounded by plush chairs and looked like the perfect place to take an afternoon nap. But all of this was overwhelmed by the man sitting underneath one of the umbrellas. His jeans and sweater still on, he was flipping through some papers, making notes and discussing something with another man who was dressed in a business suit.
As soon as Nasir saw Cassy walking towards him, he closed the file folder and handed it back to the other man who quickly stood up and disappeared. Where he’d gone, Cassy had no idea, and she didn’t care. She just wanted to get her work done and leave.
“Have a seat,” he said, waving a tanned hand towards one of the chairs surrounding the table. “Have you finished reviewing the documents?”
Cassy laid the legal papers on the table and was about to speak when a cold, fruity drink was placed at her elbow. “Thank you,” she said to the servant who bowed in acknowledgement before vanishing. Cassy blinked, looking in the direction that the servant had just gone.
“Where do they go?” she asked, curious and fascinated.
Nasir blinked quizzically at her. “Go? Who?”
Cassy realized that he really had no idea who she was asking about. “The servant. The person who just brought this drink for me?”
Nasir shrugged. “I have no idea.”
Cassy was shocked. She pressed her lips together and looked down at the papers. His laughter startled her and she looked up again. “What?”
He tilted his head towards her, still chuckling. “I can tell from your body language that you do not approve of my lack of knowledge regarding my staff.”
Cassy couldn’t argue with that. She thought it was the height of arrogance to not acknowledge the people who served you. A simple thank you would….
“Woah!” she gasped, grabbing onto the only solid thing, which just happened to be his