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“Oh, no Fate’s got nothing to do with it How could I not know of the venture capitalist who’s been rocking the financial world? Inor has the potential oftsuna incredulity “Excuse e in my head, and it seems hilarious now side-by-side with the truth…your truth”
“And as that iination?”
“A repulsive blob in traditional Bedouin garb, with a high nasal voice and a painful accent, reeking ofand sedate her already
God What she’d give to rewind and replay their wholeNot that it would turn out any better Not without her borrowing soown
But wonder of wonders, instead of looking affronted, Shehab-whose na strength-seemed even more amused “You mentioned a line of work You actually work?”
She raised one eyebrow, hackles pri to rise “Yeah, I work In fact, I don’t dodisbelief would be?”
“Looking at you in this gown fit for the head concubine in a sultan’s hare but sorin shot up inside her Just as she was about to spit out an obliterating co
“Oh…you’re…Oh! OK…touché,” she ence “Yes, you did” He wound a lock of her hair around his forefinger “So what is this work that’s taken over such a vibrant siren’s life?”
She pretended to look around, her heart skipping “Siren? Where? Me? Man, this gown is really projecting a false i a siren as the costuests-and it was imposed on me, by the way-I have what has to be the world’s most un-sirenlike job I’m head financial advisor for Bill Hanson of Global View Finance”
His eyebrows lifted slightly Was he impressed? Not? What?
His comment didn’t even hint at his opinion “Sounds as if you find the position…lacking Why do it then?”
She shrugged “I know nothing else My father-uh, adoptive father, as I lately discovered-inhabited the world of high finance, and he raised and bred me to live there After he died, it was even more imperative that I walk in his footsteps But by the tih to take over his business, there was nothing left So I’ht about whether it appeals tofired in his eyes It was gone in seconds, but it s I said a e So, I’ it-”
His hand rose in a silencing gesture, before he turned it, swept the back of his fingers sensuously across her lips “What have I told you about apologizing? Never ever, ya helweti”
She squinted down at the hand feathering her flesh, the perfection of long, strong fingers encased in taut bronze, adorned with just the right amount and pattern of silky black hair Herthen words he kept scalding her with, the way the mobile sculpture of his lips embraced them, the way his awesome voice caressed them…