Beauty and the Sheikh(12)

God, she was no better than if she had been prostituting herself. The only thing she wasn’t doing was sleeping with him.

Yet, a tiny voice whispered in her head.

Unable to manage a response and terrified where her line of thought was going, Holly gave a small nod and turned to leave.

“Holly.”

She froze as he called her name.

“I promise, once you are able to see the situation without your resentment for me, you will realize this is a good step for your brother.”

My brother is fine. The words, so obviously a lie now, died on her lips. Perhaps Andrew did need help, and no matter how shady Rafiq’s methods were in giving it, she knew she needed his assistance. Just flying to Raljahar had put a dent in her dwindling finances.

“I do appreciate what you’ve done,” she admitted reluctantly.

“Even if it means becoming my mistress?”

She didn’t even have the energy to correct him that the whole thing was a charade. “We both know you gave me no choice.”

“One always has a choice, Holly. Do not insult either of us by insinuating I forced you into this agreement.”

No. It hadn’t quite been blackmail. She could’ve walked away, but what kind of person would have done that? It was three months out of her life to help her brother. She would survive. Or one could hope.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she said quietly, so tired emotionally and physically. She turned and left for her room.





Chapter 6



Early the next morning, Rafiq stole a sidelong glance at Holly as they strode across the tarmac toward his private plane. Seeing her grim expression and shadows beneath her eyes, he could very well believe she did, indeed, hate him as she’d stated last night.

Well then, so be it. It wouldn’t kill Holly Winchester to suffer a little for her past transgressions, though it hardly could be considered suffering when she’d be given all the comforts and luxuries she was accustomed to.

And she could hate him all she wanted, but it didn’t change the fact that she wanted him. Her lips might tell lies, but her body did not.

When they reached the stairs to his plane, he gestured for her to walk on board first. She hesitated, glancing up and then swallowing hard. Did she resent being forced to accompany him to Monaco that much? He should hardly be surprised.

But she didn’t protest. Instead she gripped the handrail and strode up the stairs into the plane.

The move also gave Rafiq the opportunity to observe the sweet curves of her backside, neatly encased in a cream pencil skirt. Stiletto heels only showcased her long legs and her style of dress screamed sophistication and femininity, seeming far too mature for a woman so young.

His body stirred with desire but he tamped it down, refusing to let himself be ruled by his desire for her.

Once on the plane, he watched as she ignored the intimacy of the plush couch and instead sat down in one of the leather chairs at the table in the cabin. He took the comfortable chair beside her and was rewarded with a searing glance.

“There are plenty of places to sit,” she pointed out, fastening her seatbelt. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable in another spot?”

His mouth twitched with amusement. “Quite sure. Besides, my guards prefer to sit near the front, and I’m looking forward to sharing an in-flight breakfast with you.”

The door to the cabin closed and the engines began to rev.

She closed her eyes. “I couldn’t possibly eat.”

The tension in her words made him glance closer at her. Her face had lost color and her knuckles were white from gripping the seat.

“You don’t like to fly?”

She didn’t answer as the plane began to taxi down the runway. Instead, it seemed she’d gone somewhere deep inside herself. Her body began to visibly tremble.

This was a woman who’d probably been no stranger to flying. Had likely flown all over the world for various photo shoots, and yet clearly she was absolutely terrified.

And then he remembered those words she’d murmured yesterday. They’d been in passing, but they held part of the key. Her parents had been killed in a plane crash.

Rafiq’s dark mood fled. Instinctively he reached out to pluck her clammy hand from the death grip on her seat, and he clasped it between his palms. “Just take slow breaths in, Holly.” He kept his tone gentle. “Try to relax and we will be in the air shortly. All right?”

She gave the barest of nods, but her fingers curled around his as if she found comfort in his touch.

Everything male within him thrilled in her response, though he knew it had nothing to do with him personally. Had she not been so immersed in her own fear, she likely would’ve pulled away. All too easily he could envision the disgust in her eyes, because he knew he was the last person Holly would turn to for comfort.

The plane lifted rapidly into the air, the force encouraging them back against the soft leather seats.

Would she be like this the entire flight? Or was it just during take-off? He hesitated to ask. Didn’t want to disturb whatever calm she’d managed to create for herself. That, and he was strangely reluctant to release her hand. There was such a feminine softness in the delicate fingers that gripped him and a protective urge, so unfamiliar he barely recognized it, swept through him.

Rafiq continued to murmur words of comfort while brushing her knuckles with his thumb.

The plane finally reached cruising altitude and one of his newer flight attendants came into the cabin. The woman avoided looking at him, and her expression held just a hint of fear.

It was subtle, but Rafiq had learned to pick up on the subtle. It didn’t bother him as much now; he’d almost become immune to it.

When she asked if they would be dining, his words were sharp as he ordered a light meal. She nodded and scurried off, leaving him alone once more with Holly.

He noted some of the tension had eased from her bunched shoulders. Her lips, which had been pressed tight, now eased into a slight frown.

“Are you better now?” he asked gently.



Holly managed another nod, stronger this time, and then opened her eyes. She couldn’t quite make herself look out the window at the ground so far below, and it seemed so much easier just to stare into Rafiq’s concerned face. There was reassurance there, and a comfort and strength she welcomed right now.

“A little better. Taking off is the hardest part for me,” she admitted raggedly.

She was momentarily distracted again at how different Rafiq looked in a suit, how utterly handsome he was. When he’d arrived outside her room earlier today she almost hadn’t recognized him immediately without his stark white robe.

He was compelling no matter what he wore, though. Whether it was the traditional style of his country or western attire.

Holly dropped her gaze from Rafiq’s almost hypnotically comforting stare and blinked in dismay as she noticed her fingers gripping his hand. “Oh, wow, I didn’t realize… I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

Rafiq gave a soft laugh of amusement and shook his head. “Not in the least, Holly.”

God, she hated that he’d seen her like this, so ridiculously panic stricken and debilitated. Flying put her at her absolute weakest. Most pathetic. And Rafiq had just been witness to her near anxiety attack and would likely see it many times in the next few months if he forced her to fly.

“Flying terrifies you.” It was not a question.

“Yes.” She made no attempt to deny it. It would have been silly to try, especially when she’d nearly ripped his hand off.

She didn’t want to look up at him and see the mockery she was sure would be in his eyes.

Averting her gaze, Holly attempted to pull her hand away and glanced up in surprise when he didn’t let her go. Instead, he smoothed his thumb over the back of her hand again, a gesture that had been slowly replacing her fear with a warm bubble of heat in her blood.

“There is no shame in having fears, Holly,” he said softly. “We all have them.”

Then again, maybe the mockery would’ve been better than pity.

“Maybe we do, but it doesn’t make them any less humiliating,” she muttered. “Flying terrifies me and always has since I lost my parents.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

He was helping by simply holding her hand and talking to her. Funny she found comfort in the one man she’d feared returning to face.

“No, it’s just something I’ve come to endure.”

“Even if you don’t need to?” Rafiq was quiet for a moment. “Holly, there is medication that can ease your anxiety—”

“No drugs. I refuse.” A chill swept through her and she closed her eyes.

“You prefer not to be drugged?”

“Or what can happen when you are.” She winced, realizing she shouldn’t have spoken that last bit aloud.