The Sheikh's Bartered Bride. Lucy Monroe

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Название The Sheikh's Bartered Bride
Автор произведения Lucy Monroe
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Modern
Издательство Контркультура
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781472031983



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Decree: Hakim was to marry Catherine Benning.

      He spotted his quarry helping a small boy on the other side of the room. She stretched to pull a book from the shelf and the button-up black sweater she wore above a long, straight skirt caught his attention. Molding her breasts, it revealed a surprisingly lush feminine form and he felt himself stir.

      This was unexpected. Her picture had revealed a pretty woman, but nothing like the exotic beauties he had bedded in the past. That he should react so readily to such an innocent sight made him stop in his journey toward her.

      What had so aroused him? Her skin was pale, but not alabaster. Her hair was blond, but a dark blond and twisted up on the back of her head as it was, it looked drab. Her eyes were a shock, a gentian-blue that had startled him with their intensity in the picture and were even more unusual in person.

      Aside from the eyes, nothing about her stood out and yet his body’s response could not be denied. He wanted her. While he had experienced this sort of instant physical attraction before, it had been with a lot more provocation. A certain way of walking, dressing or an alluring look. Catherine Benning exhibited none of these.

      It was a puzzling, but not unpleasant surprise. A genuine physical attraction on his part would make the job of her seduction that much easier. He had been prepared to do his duty regardless of personal attraction. Country came first. Family came second. His own needs and desires last of all.

      He walked forward, stopping a little to her left. As the boy walked away, her dark sapphire gaze did a quick survey of the room, skimming over him, and then settled back on a man who had come to stand in front of the desk.

      But even as she pointed to something on her computer monitor, her gaze flicked back to Hakim. And stayed. He met her eyes, noting peripherally the man she had been helping walk away. The next person in line went unnoticed as her attention remained on him.

      She appeared poleaxed and he smiled.

      Her entire body went taut and her cheeks pinkened, but she did not look away.

      His smile went up a notch. Fulfilling his duty would be a simple matter of turning that attraction into a desire to wed.

      “Miss Benning! Pay attention. You have patrons to serve.”

      The martinet haranguing Catherine was no doubt the dragon of a boss Harold Benning had mentioned when briefing Hakim on his daughter.

      Catherine’s head snapped around and her blush intensified, but she did not stammer as she answered the older woman. “I’m sorry. My mind wandered.” She turned to the next person in line, repeated her apology and asked how she could help them, effectively dismissing her superior.

      The older woman harrumphed and marched away like a petty general deprived of his battle spoils.

      He waited until the last of the line had walked away before greeting Catherine. “Good afternoon.”

      She smiled, her eyes even more startling up close. The blush was back. “Hi. What can I do for you?”

      “I am interested in antique telescopes and the history of stargazing. Perhaps you can direct me to a good reference.”

      Her eyes lit with interest. “Is this a new hobby for you?”

      “Fairly new.” As recent as the discussion Hakim had had with her father. Although Hakim’s own father had shared Catherine’s passionate interest in ancient stargazing, since his death, his books had remained unused in the observatory in the Kadar Palace.

      “It’s one of my personal interests. If you’ve got a few minutes I’ll show you the right section and point out a few books that I think are particularly good.”

      “I would like that very much.”

      Catherine sucked in air, trying to calm her racing heart as she led the handsome and rather imposing man to the proper nonfiction area of her library. The aura of barely leashed power surrounding him was enough to send her pulse rocketing, but the fact that he physically embodied every characteristic of her ideal fantasy tipped her senses into dangerous territory.

      At least a couple of inches over six feet, his muscle-honed body towered above her own five foot seven in a way that made her feel small beside him. Even knowing she was not. The silky black hair on his head was only a shade darker than the color of his eyes and if he didn’t speak with such impeccable English, she would think he was the sheikh of her fantasies.

      A wave of totally unfamiliar desire swept over her, leaving her even more breathless and confused.

      He hadn’t touched her and somehow she had always believed this level of sexual awareness could only accompany touch. She’d been wrong.

      They stopped in front of a row of books. She pulled one off the shelf and handed it to him. “This is my favorite. I have my own first-edition copy at home.”

      He took the book and his fingers briefly brushed hers. She jumped back, shocked by the contact. Her body throbbed in a way she hadn’t experienced before, but she desperately tried to look unaffected by his nearness.

      “I am sorry.” His black gaze probed her own, leaving her even more unsettled.

      She shook her head, but could feel that infernal blush crawling along her skin again. “It’s nothing.” Less than nothing. Or at least it should have been.

      He flipped open the book and looked at it. She knew she should go, but she couldn’t make her legs move in the direction of the reference desk.

      The book shut with a snap and his dark gaze settled on her again. “Do you recommend anything else?”

      “Yes.” She spent another ten minutes pointing out different books and suggesting a couple of periodicals he might be interested in ordering.

      “Thank you very much, Miss…”

      “Benning, but please call me Catherine.”

      “I am Hakim.”

      “That’s an Arabic name.”

      His mouth twitched. “Yes.”

      “But your English is perfect.” What an inane thing to say. Lots of Arabic people lived in the Seattle area, many of them second or third generation Americans.

      “So it should be,” he drawled in a voice programmed to melt her insides. “The royal tutor would be most displeased if one of his pupils should speak with anything less than complete mastery.”

      “Royal?” The word came out sounding choked.

      “Forgive me. I am Hakim bin Omar al Kadar, prince in the royal family of Jawhar.”

      She was breathing, but her lungs felt starved of oxygen. A prince? She’d been talking to a prince for more than ten minutes. Lusting after him! Heavens. Her half-formed idea of inviting him to attend the next meeting of the Antique Telescope Society died a swift death. Unfortunately the attraction he held for her did not.

      She swallowed. “Can I help you with anything else?”

      “I have taken up enough of your time.”

      “There’s a society for people interested in antique telescopes in Seattle,” she found herself blurting out, unable to let it go at that. She wouldn’t invite him to meet her there, but she could tell him about the meeting.

      “Yes?”

      “They meet tonight.” She named the time and place.

      “Will I see you there?” he asked.

      “Probably not.” She would be there, but she sat in the back of the room and he was not the sort of man content to enjoy anything from the sidelines.

      She wasn’t wholly content, either, but she didn’t know how to break a lifetime of conditioning.

      “You will not attend?” He actually looked disappointed.

      “I always