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‘Miss Baker!’ called a TV-trained voice ‘Sienna! Is the Sheikh of Qudamah aware that you used to be a topless model?’

CHAPTER TWELVE

THE startled doorstep photo side a er photo There was her sand-sprinkled and sultry ie plastered over all the tabloids

Even the serious broadsheets gave it house-roohty pieces on the changing morals of the Middle East And a censored version of it was beath and breadth of the country as an add-on to an otherwise boring television news show

‘And finally, the Sheikh of the fiercely traditional State of Quda brunette Sienna Baker…’

Female leader-writers took up the case in their hteously: What would you do if your son brought a topless model home?

Trapped inside the house, unable to go out without fear of being accosted, Sienna was sitting in the kitchen at the back of the house with the blinds drahen Kat came in and handed her the telephone with a look which said everything

She pressed the phone to her ear She wasn’t aware she’d actually said anything, but she must have made some sort of sound because she heard his deep and silky voice

‘Sienna?’

She bit her lip Closed her eyes She wouldn’t cry She wouldn’t But the sound of his dear voice was almost more than she could bear ‘Yes, it’s me’

‘Are you all right?’

‘Ask me another How about you?’

He ignored that ‘The press are still there?’

‘Well, not so ot fed up because I refused to say anything’