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‘But, Your Highness, you are quite sure?’

Hashim frowned He would not be dictated to! The history of his country was studded with examples of sheikhs who had taken commoners as wives…

But a couple of days later there was a rap on the door when he orking in his study, and Hashim looked up to see the Arctic dark eyes of his equerry, as carrying what looked like a glossy ers, as if it was contaminated

‘Yes, what is it, Abdul-Aziz?’ he de out shortly’

His equerry’s face was gri I must draw your attention to’

For the uh her hair—fizzing over with a mixture of excitement and nerves

Hashi dinner at the Granchester Hotel, where he was staying

She was still reeling fro—so excited at the prospect of going public with hi to say to his mother

She would just be herself, without artifice or airs, for that ho Hashiave herself a little shiver of excite marble stairs of the Granchester Hotel

But Hashireet her, and neither were any of his staff Not even the hatchet-faced Abdul-Aziz Instead, she got alook from the receptionist as she was directed up to his suite

It isn’t the way you think it is! Sienna wanted to say to her Hashi but respect! But as she rode up in the private lift which led to the penthouse she wondered why he had changed the pattern of their s

Hashim opened the door himself, and Sienna was taken aback when she saw hiht he looked exactly as she had iined a sheikh would look

Gone were the immaculate hand-made suits he usually favoured—which contrasted with his exotic looks andco a pair of filmy silk trousers in a deep claret colour, with a silky top in the same , and Sienna felt the roof of her mouth dry—for he was barefoot and the shirt was open, and through it she could see his olive hair-roughened chest, darkened with contours of muscle and sinew