But the new sheikh, the hot and sensual—and much younger—Amin Al Nawaz, has other plans for her...
***And don't forget to pre-order your copy of Desert Sheikh vs American Princess today!***
"Are you not attracted to me?" Amin’s top lip ticked up into a full-on sneer before he turned aside as if he couldn’t look at her. "That seems unlikely. I am young, well-groomed, fit. Surely you can have no complaints, especially in comparison to my guardian."
The television static in her skull was all movement and no sense. "Why me? You could have a much younger wom—"
She stopped, biting the word in half, as the full impact of what he’d said earlier hit her. The agreement. He knew about it.
Now, he controlled Al Nawaz Industries. Now Amin, not Ghassan, had his hand around her brother's throat.
He intended to throw her into the same situation she'd been in for nineteen years. To save her family, she had to sleep with him. Her eyes kept being drawn to the partly open door to her left. The one she knew led to the sheikh's bedroom. Knew it intimately.
"In addition to you being convenient, you were the subject of my schoolboy fantasies."
She sucked in a breath.
"I spent many nights dreaming of rescuing you from the clutches of my villainous guardian. But I did not truly understand what I wished from you then." An elegant, dismissive wave of his hand. The golden seal of Qena, the one Ghassan had also worn on his pinky, glinted in the candlelight.
He pushed his chair back, rose, and began to circle the table, his arms folded behind him. “Of course I understand very well now. And tonight, so shall you.”