The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress (10 page)

“Now we go home,” he said with a gleam in his eyes that Electra couldn"t misinterpret.

Back at the apartment, the chauffer carried all the packages into the beautiful living room and left quietly. Dharr picked up box after box, obviously searching for something particular. She almost gasped when he stopped, having found what he was looking for. The set of black lace suspended from his fingers, the little pieces of nothing dangling on his index finger as he approached. “These first,” he said and, after handing them to her, sat down on the sofa, relaxed as if he were about to watch a football game.

Electra smiled tentatively, more turned on than she wanted to admit. “I"ll be right back,” she said.

She slipped into the bedroom and came out a few minutes later wearing the black lace. The bra barely covered her nipples and the underwear barely covered her bottom but she felt pretty and sexy as she sauntered out in front of him. She tried to pretend she was just a fashion model doing her job, but when his eyes lit up at her appearance, she could no longer feign casualness any longer. She wanted to feel his hands on her and press herself into his hard planes. But he only sat there, his eyes glowing from the desire as he watched her walk back and forth.

“Well?” she said, frustrated that he wouldn"t pull her into his arms and make love to her.

“Now the red one,” he said and picked up the box containing a red satin bra and panties set. This one at least had a robe to go with it, so she took all three pieces to the bedroom and changed hurriedly.

When she walked out, she was completely covered with the robe. “How"s this one?” she asked, twirling around.

“Take off the robe and let me see,” he said softly, his deep voice revealing how much he liked the outfit.

She turned so her back was facing him and untied the sash. Slowly, she lowered the robe to her waist. “Like it?” she asked, her head turned coquettishly to the side.

“I"d like it even better if you"d turn around,” he ordered.

Instead, she lowered the robe further, revealing the thong of her underwear and almost gasped when she felt his hands on her bottom, then sliding upwards to her slim waist. “Turn around,” he ordered again, his hands spinning her around to make sure she complied.
His eyes were hot as he took in the satin that pushed her breasts higher and his finger trailed down the cleft, then back up the satin and sliding inside, teasing her by not touching the nipple. Electra"s head fell backwards and her body almost sank down into the thick carpeting beneath her feet. She leaned into him but he wouldn"t give her what she wanted. “Please,” she breathed.

He was relentless and pushed her back so her bottom was on the back of the chair. With expertise, he unsnapped the bra, tossing it off to the side as his fingers continued their exploration. He touched her with nothing else but the tips of his fingers but he left nothing untouched. All over, wildfire burned across her skin while her hands held onto the chair behind her. Kneeling in front of her, he slowly slid the red satin down her legs and moved between her knees.

Electra"s head was spinning with the pleasure of just his fingers but when his mouth covered her, she gasped and fell back against the edge of the chair. Dharr held her steady as his mouth brought her to an almost instantaneous climax. He allowed her a small reprieve before he discarded his own clothes and moved inside her. She was unable to breath, think and barely move because of her position on the chair but the whole experience made her feel vulnerable and sexy. After only a few thrusts, she was shaking with her second climax and hanging onto his broad shoulders as if he were the only solid force in the world.

He quickly followed with his own release, then gently picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he continued to make love to her for the next three hours.

That night, sitting in the opera, Electra glanced over at the man next to her. Her whole world had changed in the past seven days and she was not sure how to gain control of it again. Dharr had control of her body with just a single touch. He was basically hers to command and, although she liked it in the bedroom, she thought about how wonderful it had been walking through the streets of Paris with him. This was much more than just sex, she realized. What had turned out to be a time for her to have an affair with a man more glorious than any of her dreams, had turned out to be something different.

She wasn"t sure what it could be, but she was certainly enjoying herself. Sighing happily, she turned back to face the stage, the actors doing a very good job of Camille but she wasn"t paying much attention to them. She was reliving every moment of their morning and afternoon together, hoping that tomorrow would be just as fun.
Chapter 7

Monday dawned gloomy and boring after a dazzling weekend spent with Dharr. She was still excited to see all the kids again, but without him to wake up next to, there was just something missing.

For the next five days, she worked hard to gain more experience at the school. She"d learned a great deal during her years at school, but applying her knowledge while absorbing the reality of teaching was exhausting. The children were delightful and Dharr called every evening to ask her about her day. He never revealed anything about his own day except for silly things people said or did which always made her laugh. But when she hung up the phone, she wished she had asked more about him. He always seemed very interested in her day and what she"d done and she was felt self-centered when she realized that she hadn"t heard anything about his day.

I t wasn"t just about that she wanted to reciprocate, she thought as she flicked off her light one night and stared out the dark window at the stars and moon. She found that she wanted to know more about the man. She wanted to know everything there was to learn about him. She found him intellectually fascinating as well as physically appealing.

She chuckled and pulled the covers up higher. The term “appealing” wasn"t enough for what she felt for Dharr. There was something about him that lured her in an elemental way. It wasn"t just his looks. It was a combination of his dominating personality, his dangerous looks and the aura of power that surrounded him. Throw in an obviously superior intelligence and that gorgeous body and Electra knew she was completely infatuated with the man. She should be concerned but she didn"t examine what had become, in a short span of time, an addiction.

Thursday night, she picked up her cell phone, answering it on the first ring, knowing it would be Dharr. “Hello!” she sing-songed.

“Good evening, sunshine. What are you doing this weekend?” he asked and her heart skipped a beat when she heard the smile in his voice.

“Hmmm….” She started off saying. “I have loads of laundry to do and I might weed the garden. What areyou doing?” she asked.

“How about if I send someone over to do your laundry and weeding for you and you come skiing with me?” he suggested.

Electra laughed, delighted with his skiing idea but unwilling to have him pay someone to do her laundry. “The skiing is a deal. The other stuff, no way.”

“Why not?” he asked. “Because I can do my own laundry and my grandmother would kill me if I dug in her garden so it was just a way to tease you. I actually don"t know the difference between a dandelion and a lily.”

“Good. Give me your address and I"ll have someone pick you up tomorrow morning,” he said.

Electra"s mood immediately dropped. Why did they talk about this each time he wanted to see her? Was this going to become an issue? Or was there some way she could make him understand how important this job was to her?“Dharr, I can"t leave tomorrow. I have to work,” she said softly but firmly.

He was equally firm. “No. You don"t need to work. Quit your job and come skiing with me. I"ll take care of you.”

Electra suppressed an angry response, remembering her grandmother"s advice on how she needed to control her temper. “That"s not possible. I like working and, with the amount I get paid, money isn"t really the issue.”

There was a long pause and Electra waited tensely for his response. She desperately hoped this would not be the end of their relationship. If he was adamant, would she give up her job? Was she that pathetic with her need to see him? To be with him? No! She couldn"t do that. Her self-respect was on the line here and she would just have to firm up her resolve. There was no way she could live without this job. As addicted to Dharr as she knew she had become, she also was addicted to the thrill of her position and the laughter of the children, not to mention the love of seeing their fascination with the world and with learning.

“What are you telling me?” he said, his voice suddenly ominous.

Gripping her phone tightly and closing her eyes so she could remain firmly in control of both her anger and her resolve, she explained as patiently as possible, “I"m telling you that I have to work tomorrow. If you still want me to go skiing, then I"ll catch a plane out tomorrow afternoon when school lets out. But I won"t let you pay for my plane ticket either.”

There was a long pause before he said, “I can see we forgot to have our conversation last weekend. Fine, call me with the details of your flight and I"ll have someone meet you,” he said. He gave her a phone number and then rung off, but Electra could tell that he was still angry with her.

Electra had trouble sleeping that night, thoughts of their brief conversation running through her mind. The man thought he could have everything his way but she was going to teach him the art of compromise, she vowed. He was obviously extremely wealthy and with wealth came power and power meant getting his own way. It was time for a wakeup call. And she was definitely the woman for the job.
Toward dawn, having gotten no sleep as she tossed and turned, she wondered if she was really the right person to take Dharr down a peg or two in his arrogance. Maybe he"d just move on to the next woman, someone who would be more compliant.

The thought of Dharr holding another woman made her stomach churn with anger and disgust. She hated the idea and wanted to rip out the unknown woman"s hair. She was being silly, she thought as she tossed the covers back and stumbled to the shower.

The water revived her muddled, sleep deprived mind and several cups of coffee during the day helped as well. But the moment she stepped onto the flight to Switzerland, her mind started working in overtime. Would he still be angry? Would this be their last weekend together?

Electra knew it was her exhaustion making her mind crazy so she tried to relax and lay her head down against the reclining chair. But the idea of another woman in Dharr"s arms hadn"t left her mind and closing her eyes only made her jealousy more intense as her head created images of him moving on.

When the plane landed, she gritted her teeth. If he was going to move on to a more compliant and pathetic woman, then let him. She didn"t need him, she reminded herself. She"d lived twenty four years with out the man, she could easily get over him. She"d only known him for threeweeks so he wasn"t quite the addiction she"d thought he was.

And if that was a lie?

Electra ignored that idea. Staring out the windows of the limousine he"d had waiting for her, she could barely make out the snow covered streets but she could care less if there was a beach house with sand surrounding it or snow piled ten feet deep. She was too tired for anything and Dharr was on that list.

But then she walked into the lovely log cabin and saw him talking on a cell phone. All thoughts of other women, of leaving him, of anything other than falling into his arms was forgotten.

Dharr took one look at her when she walked through the door and cut off his conversation, tossing the phone onto a table and walking swiftly toward the woman who looked about ready to fall into the floor.

“What"s wrong?” he asked as he lifted her up into his arms.

“Nothing,” she said but the effect was lost when she sniffled into his neck.

He pulled back and noted the dark circles under her eyes and the tense posture. “Talk to me. What has you so upset?” he demanded, pulling her close, the need to protect her leaping out at him. He frowned, not understanding or liking the need to protect. He"d always considered women gentle and would never physically hurt them. But this need wasn"t about the physical. Dharr realized that, for the first time, he was concerned about a woman"s mental and emotional protection. In the past, he"d expected the women he"d been with to be uncomplicated and served only one purpose, to warm his bed when it was convenient to him.

This woman snuggling in his arms, crying softly, didn"t fit the mold. She wasn"t acting properly and he knew he should find a woman who was more appropriate mistress material. Butsince meeting her, he hadn"t even looked at another woman in a sexual way.

He listened to her sniffling die down and felt her body relax. He was astonished when, twenty minutes later, he realized that she"d fallen asleep in his arms.

A woman had fallen asleep on him? Ludicrous! Impossible?

Dharr looked down at her sleeping expression, her beautiful, expressive eyes shuttered from his gaze. He liked her eyes, he knew. He could tell everything she was thinking since her emotions were written all over her face. He"d learned early in life to school his features so no one could read his thoughts. His body language, his expressions, his mannerisms all oriented toward not revealing any secrets the international press might latch onto. He understood that every word he spoke, every action in public, every raised eyebrow would be analyzed for hidden references. Saying “good morning” in the wrong way could change the stock markets for the day.

Sighing heavily, he stood up and inhaled the scent of her soft perfume. She was too light, he thought as he carried her into the bedroom. He pulled off her boots and took the clip out of her hair. Looking down at her, he knew he should just pull the covers over her and leave her to sleep. He had no idea why she was so exhausted but he"d definitely get to the bottom of that issue tomorrow morning. He didn"t like her working herself so hard that she became comatose the moment she saw him.