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Zayed nodded “I travel often, and of course everyone will know that you are an A the country once your i news to everyone In fact, I’m sure e of convenience, but as long as we don’t give the” The Sheikh extended his hand across the table “Do we have a deal, Zelda?” his lips twitched in the start of an amused smile “The press will certainly enjoy the alliteration in our names”

“We have a deal,” Zelda said cal across the table to shake his hand She was surprised at how soft his palms were, and reminded herself that he was a rown up wealthy He had probably never worked in a kitchen in his life; he probably didn’t even know the first thing about doing his own laundry

“We will have to get you a wardrobe, and a suitable token ofout loud

Zelda watched as the Sheikh took out his phone and began sending ements He was clearly a man who liked to strike while the iron was hot; he hadn’t planned on ive her tie her mind about it

Just as she had more than a few times in the previous teeks, Zelda wondered if she had overplayed her luck She felt outside of her depth, in territory where the bottom was so far away that the water around her was dark, her feet impossible to see

What could possibly go wrong? She didn’t doubt for an instant that if Zayed were dating soirlfriend and be done with it Now that they’d agreed on the plan, he was every bit as implicated in fraud as she was Yeah, but he’s rich and you’re poor They’ll throw you in jail and invite hiroup of policy-makers

It wasn’t bad; that e to herself If she could trust Zayed to keep his word, she would be able to stay in the country for as long as she wanted to, and once she wanted to go back to the States, it would be easy—or at least, she hoped it would And once she was in the US once more, she could probably file for divorce without too much trouble

Would a ed in the US? Zelda filed the question away in the back of her ht it would, but that shouldn’t stop her froet a divorce, particularly if she tried for it after Zayed had completed his plans

“Okay,” she said, finally “So how are we going to pull this off?”

The Sheikh, who had been just as busy thinking as she had, stirred and shtly “First we have to establish who you are, create an iet you a neardrobe—in fact, that should be one of our first priorities We’ll sort out the engage, and you will co”

Hearing this, Zelda shot Zayed a distrusting glance

“In your own quarters,” he specified, just a hint of a s his lips