A week in the life of a Sheikh -Saqr's story - completed

Chapter Fourteen

Since Saqr had a busy morning, catching up on the workload, he had been neglecting to spend more time with her, Natalie stayed in bed. Printed papers of what she had written spread across the bed, highlighting facts, she wanted to put in her article, adding notes in red, also flicking through photos. Only to reach for her buzzing phone. "Yes," she answered absently, smiling at the photo of Saqr on the pier, looking so relaxed and smiling, one leg drawn up, the other hanging over the edge, barefooted.

"Mustafa here. His highness has left his office and gone back to his rooms though would be tired up with paperwork."

"Thanks. In his rooms and leave him alone."

"Only specially people allowed to visit him, Miss Natalie."

"Good to know. Thanks. I'd annoy him later," she promised, shutting down the phone. Mustafa always kept her updated where he was, which was easier than trying to find him, when the need arose. Downing the photos, she went online. Something had been niggling at her since that mock up paper to do a search. Protecting someone, who? She put in Saqr's name to find news articles, lots of them but mainly from his own country.

She added Australia to go over news articles, where there were none that was strange, because he had visited Australia, or had he? She started adding new names that didn't actually work since she didn't have last names, looking over wedding dates for his sisters using their names to finally get full names, where they came from and read all about them. Two husbands weren't that far up the ladder in line of countries. Probably just connecting the two countries but how? She had to talk to Saqr.

Then she came to Bilal. A man indeed important, next in line. A small country, sometimes on the brink of war, struggling not to be overtaken. Interesting. Was that the reason he married Emani for protection. To keep his country safe? He wouldn't like to rock that boat. He was probably on a tighter leash than Emani. Her questioning mind went on a search of him, filing away everything she had found, to read over later properly.

The more she knew, the more she could understand, and this wasn't gossip. She just needed to understand the dramatics of that relationship to finally shut down the laptop, gather all the pages, placing into a folder and grabbed in her arm. Time to hunt down a prince. Give him some loving, and report on her updates. As long as she writing her article, she was here to stay, until Saqr could work out something more permanent himself. She grabbed her camera on the way out. The windows closed five minutes after she left.

So deep in thought, he didn't hear her approach, only wearing loose pants, leaning against pillows against the back of his bed, reading over papers, pen his hand, finger against his lips, wearing glasses. She had no idea he wore glasses, lifting her camera and took a shot. So deep in what he was doing, he didn't notice, so took another from a different angel, even climbed on his bed snapping away, because he was such a fascinating subject, especially bare chested, dark hair covering his lower arms. "Enjoying yourself?" a deep voice drawled, bringing forth a squeal of surprise, because he was still reading the papers in his hand upon a large book for support as he circled something, scribbled, then went back to reading.

She dropped, rolling onto her back, taking an upward shot, his eyes this time behind his plane steel glasses that actually suited him. She lowered her camera. "I didn't know his highness wore glasses."

"Only to read with." Placing the camera on her belly, she drew up her legs, crossing one over the other, her skirt falling away, exposing firm toned legs.

"So all that paper pushing around on the desk you weren't even reading them?" she dared.

He shook his dark head as he kept on reading. "Ever heard of contact lenses."