The Sheikh's Virgin Bride(55)

“We could have done so much better than this,” Amir sighed. “Now the trip is going to seem like forever.”

“Oh, come on, where’s your sense of adventure?” Kaye asked.

Amir’s gaze was amused as he considered her question.

“I suppose you’re right. Still, getting some sleep might be the best way to start this journey out, if we can manage it in these uncomfortable conditions.”

“You are so spoiled,” Kaye teased.

She glanced behind them and noticed that a cameraman was subtly filming them. A spark of annoyance shot through her belly, but she suppressed it. She had agreed to this, but she would have liked a heads-up. She didn’t even have her makeup done, for heaven’s sake!

She cleared her throat and looked back at Amir. His eyes darted at the camera before shooting back to her.

“You’re the spoiled one. You have me.”

“Arrogant, too? What a prince you are.”

“And don’t you forget it, my love,” he tossed back.

Kaye laid back against the window, kicking her legs out in front of her. She wriggled around in an attempt to get comfortable, closing her eyes. After a while she cracked open an eyelid, only to see the cameraman at it again.

“Go to his side,” the man whispered, directing.

Kaye glanced over at Amir, who appeared to be sleeping quite serenely. She didn’t want to wake him, but if they were filming, it would look pretty suspect if they weren’t at least somewhat affectionate with one another. Climbing over the seats, she slinked in next to him, Amir opening one eye.

“We’re on,” she whispered to him, and he gave one nod before opening the crook of his arm for her to snuggle into.

Kaye settled next to him, wrapped cozily in his embrace.

“Are you comfortable?” she asked.

“More so than I was without you here, but also, no,” he replied.

“Spoiled,” she said again, smiling as she nestled in deeper to his chest.

If it was part of the show, who was she to deny the people what they would want to see?

“You are impossible,” he breathed, his eyes closed once more.

“And you are adorable,” she said, gazing up at him with love in her eyes.

Resting her head against his chest, she told herself that she would allow them to film a little bit of their cuddle session before getting back up and heading to the other side to give him some space. It was the last thought she had before she fell fast asleep.



*

Kaye awoke about halfway through the flight. The sun was poking through the mostly-closed window panel, and Amir was breathing deeply, his eyes closed.

Her neck was stiff, her body sore from being in the same position for so long. She pulled herself gently from Amir’s embrace and glanced around to see if they were still being filmed. Apparently, the camera guy had gotten his footage, because he was nowhere to be seen.

Sliding back into her seat, Kaye cast a glance back at Amir. His eyelashes looked so long when they were pressed against his cheeks in sleep. His expression was peaceful and calm, all of his features softened, allowing for the sheer beauty of his face to come through.

He was, by far, the most attractive man Kaye had ever met.

She realized then that his jacket was still on her, and she tilted her face down to breathe in his scent once more. In that moment, the quiet words that had been trickling into her mind came to the forefront, and she realized that there was a truth she would have to face.

She was starting to develop real feelings for the Sheikh!

Reaching into her purse, she turned on her phone and connected to the airplane’s Wi-Fi. She searched for Amir online, specifically looking for the tabloid pictures and articles. She scrolled through page after page of Amir with a plethora of women, all of them different in looks and style. He didn’t seem to have a preference, except for perfection. Every woman he had on his arms was a perfect ten.

With a sigh, Kaye reminded herself that while Amir may be a nice man, he wasn’t the man for her. He was a serial dater—a player. She was looking for so much more than that. While they could pretend to be something much more meaningful on camera, she had to keep herself grounded, even thirty-five-thousand feet in the air.

Amir was a colleague, and nothing more. She had to remember that, every minute of every day.





Chapter Eleven





When the plane touched down in Al Rayyan, the rest of the crew had already woken up and grabbed breakfast from the front of the cabin. Kaye wondered if she dared ask Merle what kind of connections he had that he could last-minute book a commercial airline just for this trip, but decided against it.

There was really no good reason in the world to talk to Merle.

Gazing out the window, Kaye saw right away that Al Rayyan was a beautiful, exotic land. Surrounded by desert, there appeared to be two major cities, the buildings beautifully designed and cutting-edge. One of them made a full loop around, turning two towers into one.

“It’s beautiful,” Kaye breathed.

Amir gazed out the window, his expression wistful.

“It most certainly is.”

“Why did you leave?” she asked.

He was about to answer when Jesse walked up the aisle, stretching his legs.

“Ah, ah. Don’t have your best conversations before we can film them! Otherwise, we won’t get a genuine reaction when you do.”