HOUSE OF HAYDAR - LION OF HAYDAR - Completed

Chapter Ten

Dressed again he walked away trying not to look at her on his sofa naked and not hiding from his sight to rake a hand through his hair. "I will have to find you something to do," he said more to himself. He will never work again if this keeps up.

"Use me as you like," came huskily. He dare not look back to cross over to the window to stare across the crystal clear seas to have arms circle around from behind. "Tell me and I shall obey," he moaned running a hand over her hands locked around him. "Sweetie?" she prompted softly.

"Are you decent?"

"I was but this Sheikh keeps removing my clothes," she teased kissing his back. "Yes Assad I am decent." He turned in her arms to moan as she was wearing his shirt that was gaping opening teasing against her full rounded breasts, her nipples hard peeking through the material. He dare not look down any further.

He shook his head. "You call that decent," he croaked then coughed to pull the shirt together. "Really Isabella you are no help at all and I really can't be this distracted all the time. I know it isn't your fault," he added as her eyes clouded over to run a hand over her hair. "You are like an oasis to a thirsting man. I'm going to put your skills to work."

She raised a brow with interest. "My old skills or my new ones," she dared to be growled at. She snuggled up against him, turning her cheek against his chest circling him with her arms. "Do with me whatever you want." His hands caressed down her back kissing the top of her head.

"I thought I had already done that," he stated, looking around to pat her bottom. "I will set you up in here. I have a lot on my plate and need Fayyad, so if you could go over my schedules it would be appreciated and free up my man."

She eased back and looked up since he was serious, "Really? You would trust me to do that?"

He peered down frowning. "Of course, remember darling, I know how good you are and I did offer you a job."

"A job to get me back here," she pointed out to have her bottom smacked for being correct. "Okay," she grinned at him, "when can I start?" She was finding it hard to spend her days doing nothing and had been bothering Assad a lot because of it.

"As soon as you change and make sure you get my shirt fixed since you tore it."

"Ha. That is your fault for getting me so excited sweetie," she squeezed his bottom, looking around for her dress and went to pickup and leave.

"Don't you dare!" He growled as she headed for the door. "Get dressed princess or you will be in trouble." She turned around to throw off his shirt. Assad shook his head and turned his back on her to look across the cool calm waters that did nothing to dampen his libido. She was driving him mad with need to glance over his shoulder to find her dressed. With a knowing smile she walked out swinging her hips. He had created a sex goddess.

It was time to put her to work.

After a tiring morning of going through Assad's schedule that was a rude awaking of what she had to look forward to, a hectic lifestyle. Bella stretched her aching shoulders and neck to rise and cross over to look across the Arabian Gulf. A month had passed since she had arrived and settled easily into her new life though wished she could be in Assad's bed permanently to be told she couldn't until they were officially married.

He had taken her out into the desert to meet with Bedouin and spend a wonderful night under the stars after being tribal blessed an old aged traditional of his household. She had to be patient she knew that but...........Only to swing around as the door flew open and a very concerned looking Abdul entered.

Her heart skipped a beat. "Assad!" she cried out in dread.

He shook her head to her relief. "You must come now Mistress, she has arrived."