Carol Marinelli - The Sheikh's Baby Scandal

Now she had his attention, and she watched as he turned around and walked over to where she stood. She’d expected a question, for him to ask for a little more of what she knew about the woman, but he came right over and faced her, stepped into her personal space.

Too close?

He was a decent distance away, and there was nothing intimidating about his stance, yet her body was on high alert and his fragrance was heavy on her senses. Without saying so, he demanded that her eyes meet his.

‘I’m not your client, Felicia,’ he said, in a voice that held warning. ‘I’m your boss. Got it?’

And she stood there, prickling and indignant, as he put her very firmly in her place.

‘I was just trying to—’

‘I don’t need warnings,’ he said. ‘And, between you and me, I’ve already guessed that Beth is not nice. My intention tonight is to prove it.’

Then he smiled.

Oh, it was a real smile.

Her first!

It stretched his lips and it warmed her inside. It was like ten coffees on waking and it was the moment Felicia discovered the skin behind her knees—because it felt as if he were stroking her there with his long slender fingers, even though his hands were held at his side.

‘Goodnight, Felicia. It was a pleasure to meet you and I’m looking forward to working with you.’

She heard the emphasis on the word working and let out a slightly shrill laugh. ‘Fair enough.’ She put her hands up as if in defence. ‘You don’t need another mother...’

‘I certainly don’t.’

‘But know this,’ Felicia said, and delivered a warning of her own. ‘I shan’t be arranging hotels and after-parties once you’ve chosen your wife.’

He stared at her for the longest time, even opened his mouth to speak, but then he changed his mind.

Kedah did not have to explain himself—and certainly not to a member of staff.

Which Felicia was, he reminded himself.

And a member of staff she would remain, for there were plenty of actresses and supermodels to be had.

‘Be here at seven-thirty tomorrow and don’t be late.’

He stalked out of the office. There was no slamming of the door—he didn’t even bother to close it—but she was as rattled as if he’d banged it shut.

Oh, she would not fall for him.

Yes, if there was a scale for playboys then Kedah would be at the extreme end. The problem was Felicia could easily see why.

It was impossible not to want him.

It was the first time she’d realised she must heed her mother’s advice.

‘Never fall for a bastard. Especially not one who can make you smile.’

And Kedah did.

Oh, he most certainly did.

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