Surrender in the Arms of the Sheikh

When the dance was finally over, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to walk back to their table. Her knees were weak and her head felt like it was floating above her body.

“Okay?” he murmured, his hands on her shoulders, his dark eyes locked onto her green eyes.

She nodded. “We’d better go. I think we’ve heard enough to decide on the band. Did you like

His father had left him in charge of a huge business and a family with many threads left untied. If he seemed demanding, it was because he had so many people depending on him. A whole country, in fact.

The music surrounded her, seeped into her pores. She could have danced all night with him. His arms around her. Swaying to the music, feeling his heartbeat through his tailored jacket. But the twins had other ideas.

“We’ve taken up entirely too much of your weekend as it is,” Carolyn added. And he’d taken up too much of hers, she thought.

He wouldn’t admit it, but for some reason he needed, wanted to have dinner with her.

“My sister Yasmine, the bride who is getting married in one month. I thought I made that clear. That is why I’m here. To hire you to plan her wedding.”

Carolyn stared at him. “I see.” But she didn’t see, not really. What kind of a woman would trust her brother to plan her wedding? She told herself it didn’t matter. She’d agreed to plan it and it was immaterial

‘Then go. Let me arrange it.’

‘Hashim—you don’t seem to understand!’ she said frustratedly. ‘I have existing contracts to fulfil. And the phone hasn’t stopped ringing with work requests—I’ve never been so popular. I think it’s the curiosity factor,’ she added acidly. ‘Having your party planned by a so-called “Glamour Model.”

‘She sounds like an amazing woman,’ she said.

‘She is.’ The words I should like you to meet her hung unsaid on the air. For, no matter how true they were, how could he possibly utter them in the circumstances?

Sienna was quiet for a moment.

like the first time—but now it was different. Now it was a virtuoso performance. Never had he taken so much care with a woman as he thrust all the way inside her—but then, never had the weight of such responsibility lain so heavy on his shoulders.

He found himself being gentle with her—an odd and unfamiliar kind of gentleness which made what was taking place