in. “We’re sending them overnight and in less than twenty-four hours each one will be fully protected by her power.”
“I don’t understand how it works,” Shera said, “but I know that it will.” She turned to her brother. “Did you see the fire from her fingertips and the white light that flew across the room? It wasn’t tricks, it was real magic.”
Azir laughed and hugged her. “Yes, little one. She is a very real witch. And we will celebrate her many talents at dinner. Now help her pack these up for shipping and I’ll meet you all for dinner in the main dining room.”
Argh. Main dining room meant dressy clothes. I’d figured that much out. Unfortunately, I’d only brought enough clothes for the weekend, and had only one pair of nice dress slacks. Shera and I were about the same size, though she was about three inches taller. Maybe I could borrow something from her.
When I returned to my room I discovered no need for worry. Boxes from Barney’s department store were piled on my bed. Two dresses, three pairs of jeans, several tops, nice slacks, a pair of high-heeled Jimmy Choos and some flats, and undergarments.
I prayed that it was Kazamar, Shera, or one of the staff who had picked out the clothes. How embarrassing would it be to have the sheik choosing my Wonder Bras?
Then I read the note:
Dear Bronwyn,
Please accept these gifts as appreciation for staying on with us for the next few weeks. I’m indebted to you for your service.
If any of the items are not to your liking we can return them. I guessed on many of the sizes, so please let me know if something needs to be replaced.
Best regards,
Azir
Great. I picked up the bra to check the size. Perfect fit. I didn’t know whether to be flattered or infuriated that he’d guessed my size and that I wear Wonder Bras. In fact, everything fit. Some of the bright reds and pink aren’t what I would have picked—I’m kind of partial to black—but they looked good.
As much as I appreciated his generosity, I decided it was time to set some boundaries where the sheik was concerned. A jet was one thing, but silk panties with lacy insets were quite another.
Eleven
Thursday, midnight
Dubai
Spells: 3
T he sheik never made it to dinner; he stayed locked in his office on a conference call. I’ll settle things with him tomorrow.
Tapped into his cousin tonight and the thoughts were more lucid. Made me wonder if he might be schizophrenic. Instead of the blood and limbs from his previous thoughts, I found him worrying about someone called Blackstock. He had no face to go with the name, which made me think he’d never met the person.
Let my mind wander over his and didn’t see anything that had to do with the shelters or bombs. Couldn’t get a handle on who exactly Blackstock is, but he’s important. When the name came up the cousin had a tremendous sense of anticipation. The sheik may be right about someone else trying to kill him. Maybe it’s this Blackstock guy.
Huh? Cell phone’s ringing.
Friday, 1 A.M .
Sleep isn’t going to be easy tonight. Confusion reigns and I don’t know what to think.
Didn’t get to the phone quick enough but Dr. Sam left me a strange message.
“Bronwyn.” Long pause. “Damn, I miss you.”
Called him back and he sounded so sexy it made my heart hurt.
“I’ve missed you.” His voice filled the line.
After the other day when he couldn’t wait to get off the phone to go play with my friends, I was surprised. He spoke like he actually cared. “Tell me what you’ve been doing the last few days.”
Couldn’t tell him about my work with the sheik, so I tried to play it safe. “Oh, nothing special.”
“Well, if it’s not that special, why can’t you come home?”
Oops, he got me there. “Well, I guess it’s special to the people I’m working with but I can’t talk about it. Security reasons.”
“Do you see me as some kind of security risk?” He huffed and I imagined him stomping his foot
“I don’t understand how it works,” Shera said, “but I know that it will.” She turned to her brother. “Did you see the fire from her fingertips and the white light that flew across the room? It wasn’t tricks, it was real magic.”
Azir laughed and hugged her. “Yes, little one. She is a very real witch. And we will celebrate her many talents at dinner. Now help her pack these up for shipping and I’ll meet you all for dinner in the main dining room.”
Argh. Main dining room meant dressy clothes. I’d figured that much out. Unfortunately, I’d only brought enough clothes for the weekend, and had only one pair of nice dress slacks. Shera and I were about the same size, though she was about three inches taller. Maybe I could borrow something from her.
When I returned to my room I discovered no need for worry. Boxes from Barney’s department store were piled on my bed. Two dresses, three pairs of jeans, several tops, nice slacks, a pair of high-heeled Jimmy Choos and some flats, and undergarments.
I prayed that it was Kazamar, Shera, or one of the staff who had picked out the clothes. How embarrassing would it be to have the sheik choosing my Wonder Bras?
Then I read the note:
Dear Bronwyn,
Please accept these gifts as appreciation for staying on with us for the next few weeks. I’m indebted to you for your service.
If any of the items are not to your liking we can return them. I guessed on many of the sizes, so please let me know if something needs to be replaced.
Best regards,
Azir
Great. I picked up the bra to check the size. Perfect fit. I didn’t know whether to be flattered or infuriated that he’d guessed my size and that I wear Wonder Bras. In fact, everything fit. Some of the bright reds and pink aren’t what I would have picked—I’m kind of partial to black—but they looked good.
As much as I appreciated his generosity, I decided it was time to set some boundaries where the sheik was concerned. A jet was one thing, but silk panties with lacy insets were quite another.
Eleven
Thursday, midnight
Dubai
Spells: 3
T he sheik never made it to dinner; he stayed locked in his office on a conference call. I’ll settle things with him tomorrow.
Tapped into his cousin tonight and the thoughts were more lucid. Made me wonder if he might be schizophrenic. Instead of the blood and limbs from his previous thoughts, I found him worrying about someone called Blackstock. He had no face to go with the name, which made me think he’d never met the person.
Let my mind wander over his and didn’t see anything that had to do with the shelters or bombs. Couldn’t get a handle on who exactly Blackstock is, but he’s important. When the name came up the cousin had a tremendous sense of anticipation. The sheik may be right about someone else trying to kill him. Maybe it’s this Blackstock guy.
Huh? Cell phone’s ringing.
Friday, 1 A.M .
Sleep isn’t going to be easy tonight. Confusion reigns and I don’t know what to think.
Didn’t get to the phone quick enough but Dr. Sam left me a strange message.
“Bronwyn.” Long pause. “Damn, I miss you.”
Called him back and he sounded so sexy it made my heart hurt.
“I’ve missed you.” His voice filled the line.
After the other day when he couldn’t wait to get off the phone to go play with my friends, I was surprised. He spoke like he actually cared. “Tell me what you’ve been doing the last few days.”
Couldn’t tell him about my work with the sheik, so I tried to play it safe. “Oh, nothing special.”
“Well, if it’s not that special, why can’t you come home?”
Oops, he got me there. “Well, I guess it’s special to the people I’m working with but I can’t talk about it. Security reasons.”
“Do you see me as some kind of security risk?” He huffed and I imagined him stomping his foot
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