“Thank you for hiring me,” Irene said softly.
As the bodyguards trailed past him to the rear cabin Sharif frowned in surprise. “Thank you for solving my problem.”
A flight attendant served some sparkling water on a silver tray. Taking a sip of the cool water, Irene looked at her new employer.
Sharif looked handsome and powerful in his stark white robes, sitting on a white leather sofa on the other side of the spacious cabin.
A low laugh escaped her lips. “No one would ever have guessed I’d someday be companion to a princess of Makhtar. Are you still sure about this?”
He set down his glass. His handsome face was inscrutable as he slowly looked her over. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Irene hesitated, feeling self-conscious. “I told you I have a bad habit of talking back to employers. Knowing the kind of woman I am, Your Highness, are you sure you really want me as your employee?”
“I’m sure, Miss Taylor. There can be no doubt.” His black eyes met hers as he said huskily, “I want you.”
JENNIE LUCAS grew up dreaming about faraway lands. At fifteen, hungry for experience beyond the borders of her small Idaho city, she went to a Connecticut boarding school on scholarship. She took her first solo trip to Europe at sixteen, then put off college and travelled around the US, supporting herself with jobs as diverse as gas station cashier and newspaper advertising assistant.
At twenty-two she met the man who would be her husband. After their marriage she graduated from Kent State with a degree in English. Seven years after she started writing she got the magical call from London that turned her into a published author.
Since then life has been hectic, with a new writing career, a sexy husband and two small children, but she’s having a wonderful (albeit sleepless) time. She loves immersing herself in dramatic, glamorous, passionate stories. Maybe she can’t physically travel to Morocco or Spain right now, but for a few hours a day, while her children are sleeping, she can be there in her books.
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The Sheikh’s Last Seduction
Jennie Lucas
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To Pete,
who said, “OF COURSE you should go to Dubai!”
Thanks, honey, for giving me the world, every single day.
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
HE KNEW HE wanted her from the moment he saw her.
Sharif bin Nazih al-Aktoum, the Emir of Makhtar, had been laughing at the joke of a friend when he turned and saw a woman, standing alone in the Italian moonlight, on the shores of Lake Como.
She stood past a thicket of trees farther down the hill. Her white dress was translucent in the silvery glow of light, and the bare trees of November left latticed shadows like dark lace against her skin. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, tumbling, lustrous as onyx. Her eyes were closed in her heart-stoppingly lovely face as her sensual lips whispered unheard words.
Sharif’s laughter fled. Was she a ghost? A dream?
Just some wedding guest, he told himself harshly. Nothing special. A trick of moonlight.
And yet...
He stared at her.
Moments before, he’d been chuckling at the poor bridegroom, who’d recently been a famous playboy but had made the mistake of getting his housekeeper pregnant. The new bride was very beautiful, yes, he conceded, and seemed loyal and kind. But still, Sharif would never get caught that way. Not until the bitter end.
Not until—
Sharif pushed the thought away, jerking his chin in the direction of the lakeshore. “Who is that?”
“Who?”
“The
