Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,4

face. Her high cheekbones enhanced her expressive dark eyes, which flashed with fire when she was angry, and also revealed exactly what she was feeling. The two of them had an interesting connection, a chemistry that would not only work into his plans perfectly, but would add an enjoyable spark into his future.

“Ah, here is Tarek,” Mikal said, speaking in English now. “I don’t believe he has made the same progress as you.”

Nasir watched as the introductions were made to the third, and final, member of their group. He nodded with satisfaction when the beautiful woman took Tarek’s hand. There was no spark there either, although Tarek immediately noticed the woman’s exceptional beauty beneath the hideous suit. The other men in the room had as well. He supposed he’d have to get used to other men looking at her. She really was startlingly lovely, even if she tried to hide her beauty.

He’d have to find out why, he mused as the three men took seats around the table. The extraneous people left the room, leaving only himself, Tarek, Mikal, and the two lawyers. A recorder in the center of the table was there to record the meeting, which would be transcribed later.

“Let’s get down to business,” he announced, starting the meeting.

Cassy turned to a fresh page in her notebook and began taking notes, while wondering what was going on with these three men. It seemed serious. They discussed historical borders, oil prices, real estate costs, and a slew of other issues. Occasionally, the debate became tense, but the three, speaking in English now, managed to calm down and find a compromise every time the conversation grew heated. And when they could, it felt as if all three were willing to concede key arguments. By the time lunch was brought in, the men appeared to be in good moods.

Cassy’s tension, on the other hand, had only increased throughout the morning. Between trying to interpret the legal issues and offer advice when requested, she could feel the intensity rise and fall in the room.

Occasionally, Mr. Ferocious glanced in her direction, his dark gaze reminding her that he was fully aware of her presence. Every time that happened, her heart stumbled slightly and she had to look away. And darn it, her hands refused to stop shaking! She pushed her chair back from the table and slid her notebook onto her lap, hiding her hands. Cassy definitely did not want him to realize how much he affected her. The other three seemed oblivious to the tension between them. Mr. Ferocious, on the other hand, was not only aware of the tension, he encouraged it. She could tell.

Thankfully, he was at an angle where no one noticed when he looked at her, but every time she felt his eyes, she would look up and feel the heat of his gaze emanating towards her. She didn’t understand how he could have this much of an impact on her. The other two men occasionally looked at her when they asked her a question or when she clarified a legal issue, but she didn’t feel that electric shock lance through her when they looked at her.

When the lunch cart was delivered, everyone stood up to stretch their legs and to speak with their staff members who had been delegated to the outside chairs against the walls. They hadn’t been allowed to speak during the negotiations, but they seemed to be frantically taking notes.

When the participants stood up, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to slip away and find a few moments of peace, a precious fifteen minutes to pull herself together. The man’s staff seemed to almost sprint towards him, eager to speak to him.

He lifted his hand, almost casually, and the staff members faded back against the wall. None disobeyed and Cassy’s stomach muscles tensed. She tried to get away, turning towards the door at the other end of the conference room. Regrettably, her attempts were foiled.

“Miss Flemming,” that voice called out from behind her.

Cassy’s shoulders tightened with that deep, rough voice and she turned around. Sure enough, it was him. He was so close, she took a step back and froze when he put a hand on her upper arm, holding her in place just as his touch had done earlier.

“Ms. Flemming,” she corrected, standing as calmly as possible with her hands folded in front of her. Because she wanted to reach out to touch him, to feel that heat once again, she curled