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Authors: Leslie North
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“What would be horrible?” Misha asked, entering the office with Jasmine by his side, and his son in his arms.
Dmitry looked at Alexey who nodded. “Living a lie for three years straight.”
Taking a seat on the couch, he placed his son on the ground, watching him push himself to his hands and knees and rock back and forth.
He’s gonna crawl one day soon.
“So, who are we talking about?”
Jasmine placed a toy in front of Mikhail, encouraging him to reach for it. She wasn’t really listening to the men’s conversation, instead focused on her son’s attempts to crawl.
That’s it! You can do it!
“…Brian Martin.”
Jasmine’s head snapped up, “What did you say?” She looked at first Dmitry and then Misha, “What did he say?”
Misha sank to the carpet, next to her and took her hand, “Jasmine, the PI Dmitry asked for your brother found him. Originally we were told he was a thug with a long criminal history. Dmitry just got off the phone with him, and what we were told was wrong.”
Jasmine looked at Dmitry, “You spoke to my brother?”
Dmitry nodded, “I just finished talking to him. He’s been looking for you for years, but the orphanage you were taken to burned down shortly after you went into foster care and all of their records were destroyed.”
“Where is he?” Jasmine asked, trying to calm her racing heart.
They found my brother!
“He’s an undercover FBI agent, currently on two months leave.”
Jasmine started to rise, but Misha stopped her, “Don’t.”
“I want to go back to America. I know I said I’d give us ten months, but I have to see him. Can’t you understand that?” Jasmine didn’t want to leave Misha, but she needed to see her brother.
Misha held onto her hands preventing her from rising. Looking towards Dmitry, he asked, “I’m assuming you’ve made arrangements?”
Dmitry nodded and then smiled at Jasmine, “I have. Your brother will be arriving in St. Petersburg at the end of the week.”
Jasmine relaxed, sinking to the ground as she whispered, “He’s coming here? You’re flying my brother here to see me?”
When Dmitry nodded, she looked to Misha who was also nodding and smiling. She threw herself at him, knocking him back to the ground and kissed him soundly, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
“Hey, look at that?” Alexey said, pointing to where Mikhail had not only reached his toy, but was had pulled himself up on the nearest piece of furniture and was taking wobbly steps around it. “He’s walking!”
Jasmine started laughing as Misha joined her. Mikhail was taking baby steps around the table, the toy clasped in his hand, while the other held onto the table for support. As she watched her son, Jasmine smiled and realized that everything she ever wanted was coming true. Everything!
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“Good evening, Your Majesty. Please, make yourself at home,” Rick Tompkins said, shaking the hand of the leader of Jawhara as he was escorted into the grand foyer of the Whittemore. “It’s a pleasure to have you join us this evening.”
Kamal Mehalel El-Jawhara, Sheik of Jawhara, and CEO of Jewel Oil, shook the hand of the man who was going to bring his country’s reputation a much needed boost. He nodded his head and spoke to the two men standing behind him briefly in Arabic.
As they moved off to do his bidding, he spoke to Rick, one of the Addams Group owners, “Your company put together an impressive presentation today. It was a pleasure to see their enthusiasm for this project. I have spoken with my brother, and we both agree that sometime in the near future, your team should visit Jawhara. That way they can see for themselves what is needed going forward.”
Rick nodded, “I think that would definitely be of benefit. I’ll speak with Damon about setting something up.”
“Fine.” Kamal looked around at the numerous people gathered to celebrate. There were a number of people in attendance that he recognized from the photos his secretary had shown him earlier this evening. Being prepared was something Kamal insisted upon. He prided himself on knowing both his friends and his adversaries before entering into any type of social gathering. With his connections, he often knew more about people he had never met, than long term friends knew about each other after years of interaction.
Kamal didn’t feel that he was prying into people’s private lives; quite the opposite, he was educating himself as to their strengths and weaknesses. This kept him from being taken advantage of and had often provided information, which helped his security team, perform their duties in keeping him safe.
Seeing his brother across the room speaking with a beautiful young woman, he headed in that direction. He watched the woman giggle just a little too much, obviously trying very hard to keep his brother’s attention solely focused on her. Looking at the expression on his brother’s face, he could have told her she could stop trying so hard. Khalil was already hooked and seemed content to stay that way.
As he stepped around a small group standing between his brother and himself, he caught site of the dark red hair of a woman standing in his brother’s group. Kamal stopped shortly, stunned by how alluring her hair color was. It was definitely natural, but the way the light shone on the varying colors of red made her hair almost seem alive.
Taking another step forward, he was stunned speechless when she turned slightly, giving him his first glimpse of her profile. Alabaster skin, a slightly turned up nose and a mouth made for kissing greeted him. Continuing to turn, he watched as her lids lifted and her eyes captured his attention.
They were the most startlingly shade of green he had ever seen. Deep, dark, mysterious, and warm. Those words describe the feelings he had as he watched her eyes land on him, skitter away, and then return.
He continued his forward progress, greeting his brother briefly in Arabic before returning his attention to the beautiful woman standing directly in front of him. Offering his hand, he spoke to her, “Good evening.”
Seeing her eyes light with interest, the husky quality of her voice as she replied, “Good evening,” had his body standing at attention and demanding he learn more about her.
Kale watched the interaction between his brother and Shira’s cousin. Mentally smiling to himself, he had never been so happy to see his brother. Maybe now he would finally be able to get Shira alone and calm her nervousness. It was obvious that she was attracted to him, and while he had enjoyed their flirtations these lasts few months, he wanted more. He had held himself tightly in check during the contract negotiations, putting the country’s needs before his own, but that was done now. Tonight there was only his own needs to worry about; he hoped to add Shira’s needs to his list of duties tonight as well.
Making the introductions, he said, “Kam, may I introduce Shira and her cousin Erin. Shira, this is my brother Kam.”
Erin watched as the newcomer briefly shook her cousins’ hand before turning the full weight of his dark gaze in her direction once again. The magnetism she felt between herself and the stranger was as foreign as the words he spoke in reply to Kale’s introduction. When Kale ushered her cousin off in another direction, she turned to follow them only to be stopped by a hand upon her arm. “Don’t go.”
Turning her head, she looked first at the hand holding her arm before letting her eyes make a leisurely travel up to the face that was attached to it. He was a very handsome man. Standing more than six inches above her 5’7” height, his trim body, and the way he held himself was very alluring. This man was used to being in charge. Erin briefly wandered what his occupation was. She still hadn’t figured out what connection Kale had to the leadership of Jawhara, but he appeared to have quite a bit of authority there. Did his brother also have a position of authority in Jawhara?
“Would you care to join me for a walk? I understand there is a formal garden through those doors,” Kamal suggested, pointing towards the double French door leading to the yard beyond.
Erin took one last look at where her cousin had disappeared and then slowly nodded her head, “I would love to get some fresh air. So, yes. I would love a walk in the garden.”
Waiting for her to precede in front of him, he let his eyes drift down over her figure, stopping briefly as his eyes devoured the lush curves her form fitting dress revealed. The black fabric molded itself to her lush breasts, before dropping down to hug her hips – hips that were made to hold onto as….
Pulling his thoughts back, Kamal followed her outside, placing a hand low on her back, and feeling the shiver of reaction as it coursed through her body. Good. She feels the attraction too.
Erin felt the touch of his hand all through her body. She questioned whether she should allow herself to be alone with this stranger, but the feelings he was creating in her body with just the touch of his hand were too tempting to ignore. She had seen several prospects this evening, but the man with her right now was the only one that had stirred her interest like this.
Leading her towards a darkened path, he gestured with his hand informing his security detail to keep their distance. The path was lit only by small strands of lights scattered here and there amongst the vegetation, giving Kamal a perfect excuse to keep his hand upon her back as they walked. “Are you warm enough?”
Erin nodded, “Yes. And you?”
Kamal answered with a smile, “Of course. Your country is very different from my own during the day, but at night the temperatures are very similar.”
Erin smiled at him, “In what way?”
“Well. Bordering the sea, we enjoy a slight breeze off the water most of the time. This brings much needed humidity to our arid land. Once the sun goes down, the temperature drops dramatically, and one can almost taste the moisture in the air. It’s not so different than here.”
Erin laughed, “I take it you’ve never been in D.C. during the winter months?”
Kamal shook his head, “Sadly, no. I have been in Vermont during the winter months however. Is the weather here so different?”
Erin laughed again, “Yeah, you could say that. They get tons of snow up there. Here, we get a little bit here and there, but normally we don’t get feet of the stuff like they do. I can’t imagine trying to move several feet of snow each morning.”
Kamal was shocked, why would this beautiful young woman need to worry about moving snow? “You enjoy moving snow?”
Erin huffed, “Really? Do you enjoy shoveling snow?”
“I’ve never done it. But in my country it would be someone else’s job to remove snow.”
Erin looked at him and when she realized he was being serious, she asked, “Spoiled much?”
“Never,” Kamal replied. Having servants see to his every need was not a matter of being spoiled; it was his due as the Sheikh of his people. It was his country’s privilege to take care of their ruler. They were compensated well for their service, and Kamal had his every need met. Well, almost every need.
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“HR, Janet speaking. How may I he-”
“Janet? Trent. I need you to send up a replacement for Pam. Her daughter was injured in an accident, and she just left to go take care of the children and such. I’ve no idea how long she will be gone, so send me someone that you weren’t planning on firing at the end of the week.” Trent said matter-of-factly. He didn’t really care if she fired twenty people each week; if they couldn’t do the job they could find somewhere else to work.
Janet Marshall worked as the head of HR for Coldwell Enterprises. She was not only a friend, she was the toughest woman Trent had working for him. She was also his second cousin and married to his best friend from college. While Janet didn’t have to work another day in her life, she enjoyed managing people and understood Trent in a way others didn’t. He was as alpha as they came, she’d never met a more dominating, arrogant man until Trent had come along.
“Oh dear! Which one of Pam’s daughters was hurt?” Janet asked with obvious concern in her voice. Pam had worked for the company for as long as she could remember, first as Trent’s father’s personal assistant, and now for Trent. She was one of the nicest women Janet had ever worked with and she only hoped that her daughter wasn’t too badly hurt.