The Sheikh's Lost Bride - completed

Chapter Two

Startled she looked at him, though couldn't refuse him to do so. Her hand had a slight tremor when he took told of it. Heat rippled down her arm, his fingers scorching hers. He placed a small serving on the side of her hand that she brought up to her mouth and removed, watching him, while he still held her hand.

The first onslaught was on her nose, not as fishy as she first thought and then hit her taste buds. The salt and fish were minimal with a smooth buttery flavour. It had cost a fortune to buy one small tin of the fish roe. Something one had to savour and enjoy in small doses. She eased her hand free.

He arched a brow, waiting. "Interesting texture, and had a buttery flavour, didn't expect that."

His lids lowered, hiding his eyes as he waved at the tin to be taken away. "I am surprised."

"Sorry, Caviar is not my usual kind of food, especially Beluga. I am glad you are pleased."

"Ah, did I say I was?"

"Sire," he looked across as one of his men joined him, handing over a phone.

"Thank you. Ms Mason that would be all, for now."

Dismissed like that and she was gone.

That started her working relationship with her sheikh.

Liza made sure she up early, dressed and rearing to go. By lunch time she was ready to collapse, having lunch at her desk as she went over other emails and demands. He really meant it when he said 'seeing to his needs,' he had her running all over town.

Nothing about bookings, or making sure everything was ready, when he needed it. No, it was all hands on. She even down sized her heels that she kicked off. He expected instant responses. Thankfully he was tied up in meeting for the rest of the day in the boardroom that had set up to his precise direction. He was very particular how things were run. Even had his head man check it over, as she stood back, waiting for his approval, or added to what was needed.

Her phone rang that she answered. She reached down and shoved her heels back on. "Yes, I will see to it at once." Grabbing her bag, she shoved in her phone and left her office, leaving behind her barely touched lunch. Only one bite taken out of the sandwich she had prepared that morning. Another lunch bites the dust, which set the pace of her working day. Leaving early, arriving home late, something to eat, and off to bed.

Another day over, and she was never so relieved to be home.

She usually enjoyed working, not so far with the Sheikh. Taking a sip of wine, she flicked through the missed calls. It had been another long day. The Sheikh was very demanding on her time, leaving very little time for anything else. Day off tomorrow. Eight, and all from one man. "Oh, shit," she cursed and did a call back, placing down the glass. "I am so sorry. How can I help you?"

"You're service is very doubtful," he growled.

Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I was driving. I don't even use a hand's free phone. It is far too dangerous, and illegal."

There was a long pause. "Very wise Miss Mason, however, doesn't solve my issue of a date for tonight's function."

"Date? Function? You've lost me."

"I need someone at my side as my date, which is not an issue. Just a fact. Organise it." He hung up.

She eyed off her new poured glass of wine  with a sigh, glancing at her watch. Only a face. There was no time, or choice. She won't ring an escort agency or organise dates, not even for Sheikhs. Slipping of the bar stool, she walked away and headed towards her bedroom, removing a classic black long dress that should cover any type of function. She organised a taxi to pick her up while she got ready.