The Sheikh's Mistaken Twin - Completed.

Chapter Nine

Ellie placed down her cup before she dropped it, splattering.

The last thing she had expected to hear and Ronnie would feel insulted. She loved her style, which was fine for her sister, not her. "You really know how to make a girl feel..." Sexy nearly slipped out. "Appreciated."

Not that either. There would've been fan tapping. Why did she have to think of that? Gathering up her hair and pushed it over her shoulder on the other side and tugged at it.

A dark brow arched. "And you want me to appreciate you?"

"What?! No, of course not. That cost an arm and leg."

"To do what, exactly? To catch a man's attention?"

This was treading in dangerous waters.

"No, I dress to please myself. How they make me feel." Quoting Ronnie. She dressed the way she liked. That Ronnie wore with confidence, something she lacked in badly.

"Yet you were uncomfortable," he noted. So he had seen. Why wasn't she surprised? He sees everything.

"Yes, um, this isn't actually Australia, is it? I only wore it at your suggestion," she pointed out, hating all the attention.

"To wear what you are most comfortable with."

Or trying to trick her. "Normally, I would be, far too aware, not really worn here. Wherever here was?" He never answered the question about being a royal prince or living in a palace or could be extremely rich and living a prince-like lifestyle.

Well known for their wealth and extravagant spending. And what she had seen of the place on arriving looked far too large for one to live here alone with guards and staff.

Releasing a breath. "And you can't say any of this is usual, like being invited as a guest, staying under your roof?" she dared.

"That is true," he leaned more towards her, his scent wrapping around her, bringing it all back to the ball, pressed up against him, dancing. The last thing she should think about. He was far too dangerous for the likes of her. Yet couldn't move, forcing herself not to repel back. "Which has caused more issues than it should've done."

Startled, Ellie turned towards him, searching. "What have I supposed to have done now?"

"Nothing, however, you have come to the attention of others, so had to tell them you were here for the wedding."

Her eyes popped. "What? I thought you me wanted out of the equation, not a part of it."

"As an event planner."

Did she hear right?

The last thing she had expected. "For the wedding? That's insane."

"Not really. It's what you do and you said you don't get involved with engaged men, so prove to me, he means nothing to you by doing this."

"By planning his wedding," she gulped.

"That is what you do. I need you to make sure it stays on track from the background, seeing to any problems that crop up." Ellie's heart raced, fingers scrunching the skirt.

How did she do that when she wasn't?

"Sorry, I don't understand?" she said in a meek voice. Kill me now!!!

"I cannot have you involved in the actual planning. Just do a checklist, make sure everything is going to plan and if not, let me know."

Ticking boxes on a checklist, she could do that. Fingers unclenched.

"I don't have to make any actual decisions?" she asked, then eyes narrowed. "The actual wedding you didn't want me to interfere with, and I thought you wanted me out of the way."