HOUSE OF HAYDAR - LION OF HAYDAR - Completed

Chapter Four

Staring out of the private jet as they circled Paris, Bella stomach twisted up in knots. She still didn't feel good about this, thinking back when he informed her they were going to Paris, over forty hours ago, finding it hard to believe she was actually here.

 Sighing, she leaned back into the super soft seat. She had chosen the furthest seat away from the Sheikh while his every need was seen to by the attending staff. He lacked for nothing, and what he wanted he received instantly.

Irritated, she tucked hair behind her ear. Assad had informed her to keep her hair down. He didn't want a tight-lipped school ma'am at his side. He did have an image to uphold. So here she was in Paris to be at some Sheikh’s beck and call, which was going to be so much fun, not, cupping her chin in her hand, elbow on the chair, staring out the window again.

Feeling the plane making its descent, she found the seat belt to buckle in. Reaching for her laptop, she placed it firmly under the seat, though did look up as another join her belting in opposite her, facing her. That was all she needed, the Sheikh.

 His eyes roamed lazily over her tailed skirt suit of black with green silk shirt and high-heeled black court shoes then back to her face. She leaned back into her seat, crossing arms. “Do I pass? Or too school ma'am for you?”

He leaned further back into his seat, placing a finger against his cheek, elbow on the arm of the seat. “Still annoyed with me, I see. What was it, the dinner? Or the man quote?” Her jaw clenched. “Ah the man quote, I see.”

“Why is it, I do my job, work long hours, and give a hundred percent, and succeed, I'm seen as unfeminine, and a wannabe male. I like my job, and working, and that is no crime, you know.”

“I never called you unfeminine, Belle,” he noted, his voice caressing again. “Far from it, I would say.” His eyes warmed with approval.

“Stop it,” she hissed.

 He arched a brow, surprised as if he didn’t know. “Stop what?”

 She waved a hand over him. “All this I 'm a hot male crap. and that damn sexy drawl. I am here, so drop it.”

A slow sexy smile curled his lip that lightened his eyes. “Sexy drawl, now that is news to me, I did not know I had a sexy drawl.” Yes, you damn well did, damn it. Crossing her arms once more she gave him a hard glare. She wasn't falling for his charm and the way he roamed his eyes over her, gave her pure unadulterated thrills.

“What do you want Sheikh?” she asked, deciding to ignore him instead. He leaned towards her taking her breath away, and tilted his head, and held her gaze with his dark ones that caressed over her heart-shaped features slowly, which was surrounded by thick fiery locks.

“Did you enjoy your bottle last night?” he asked, taking her off guard.

 “Zoe did,” she offered, “first time of such brands.”

  He frowned, leaning back. “I am surprised.”

 “We all can’t afford such luxury Sheikh. I hope you enjoyed your evening.” She couldn't help throwing in.

“Interesting,” he noted, getting comfortable in the seat, making it clear he was staying, “Jen apologies for causing me so much trouble with my Belle.”

“I’m not your Belle and tell her from me, she didn’t, he did.”

“Ah.” He turned to look out the window. “Welcome to Paris, so what do you think?”

 She looked out to shrug unimpressed. “What’s another city?”

 “This is the city-of-love. Have you ever been in love?” He stared directly at her. She met his gaze.