The Sheikh's Virgin Bride(77)
The priest nodded.
“You already wear your rings, so we won’t bother with that. Instead, I will simply tell you that you are, have been, and always will be, man and wife. To the happy couple!”
Amir pulled Kaye into his embrace, then, kissing her with love and passion. Everyone cheered as the happy couple waved to their beloved friends and family, the sun bright with the promise of a shining future, filled with love.
It was a day they would never forget.
The End
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The Sheikh’s Forbidden Tryst
Lara Hunter & Holly Rayner
Up next, as promised, is mine and Lara’s recent book, The Sheikh’s Forbidden Tryst, in full!
Copyright 2017 by Lara Hunter and Holly Rayner
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Chapter One
Lucy
Could it get any better than this?
It was lunchtime, but I didn’t want to stop working. Sure, I’d only been in my new role for less than half a day, but already it seemed a lot more exciting than my old one had been.
So far, I’d ordered new suits, organized and reorganized meetings, searched for suitable downtown L.A. dining spots, and called a handful of business contacts and potential clients. All that in only two or so hours. Who would have thought being personal assistant to the CEO would be such a sweet deal?
As he worked at his desk, I watched him through the glass wall that separated us. Sheikh Khabib bin Samara, CEO of Samara Motors.
Even staring freely at his handsome honey-skinned face now, I could find nothing more about him than what I’d already encountered myself. I already knew he was hard-working, demanding, charming, alluring. Regardless, my crush was definitely growing from when I had worked in reception and only very occasionally dealt with him.
When I finally did tear my gaze away and focus it on my glossy black desk, the butterflies in my chest were replaced by a hornets' nest of apprehension. Having a crush on your boss was never a good idea, and working in close proximity to said boss was an even worse idea. But what choice did I have? I needed this job.
I thought of Mom, the way she had smiled and whooped when I had told her about my promotion. Sure, it had only happened because Khabib’s old personal assistant had mysteriously resigned, but I wasn’t celebrating for the honor, really—more for the practical consequences.
In particular, more money. Mom knew as well as I did that ever since she had lost her job, she had been struggling, and I, due to helping her, hadn’t been doing the greatest either.
I stretched, lifting my hands high over my head, smiling as I brought them back down. Yes, I was very lucky now. As long as I kept this job, everything was going to be all right.
“Lucy?”
At the sound of Khabib’s voice, I jumped.
“Yes?”
“I’ll be leaving early today.”
His pearly-white smile was focused on me, expecting the response I finally bleated out.
“Oh, okay great!”
He grinned again.
“After you’re finished with lunch and ordering those ties, you can go home, too. You’ve done a great job today.”
“Thank you, sir. See you tomorrow!”
And then, he was gone, and I was alone in my office, grinning some more. My first day, my boss told me I did a great job, and I got to leave over two hours early? Score!
No sooner had I finished my ham sandwich, however, Mahir popped his head in.
“A word, Lucy?”
I managed a closed-lipped smile.
“Of course.”
“I’ll be in the meeting room. Whenever you’re ready.”
As I followed Khabib’s older brother down the hall, I tried to figure out what exactly I could have done wrong in four hours. Truthfully, the possibilities were endless, since Khabib’s less-than-helpful training had consisted of “Just do what I tell you; you’ll figure it out.” Meaning, I could have spoken to Khabib’s business associates wrong, messed up Khabib’s online scheduling software, ordered a suit the wrong shade of gray…and that was just in my first hour.
Then again, maybe I was imagining things, making negative assumptions about Mahir, since his tense, almost robotic way of doing things always put me on edge. Maybe he just wanted to know how I was getting along in my new position, or wanting to offer some help.
Inside the meeting room, Mahir sat down and gestured for me to do the same. As soon as I did, he smiled his usual unconvincing smile, the no-tooth one, with pressed-together lips.