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She shook her head to dispel the i She was on her way to his apartain Sal—in fact he’d been unusually quiet thatBut Jamilah was confident that when he saw her, saw the delicious supplies she’d bought, he’d smile that sexy, crooked smile and open his door wide

As she waited to cross the busy road across froht of the instances when she’d seen an intense darkness pervade Salman—whenever she mentioned Merkazad, where they were both from, or his older brother Sheikh Nadim, ruler of Merkazad

Salman had always had an innate darkness, but it had never intimidated Jamilah From as far back as she could remember she’d felt an affinity with him, and had never questioned the fact that he was a loner and didn’t seem to share the social ease of his older brother But in the past feeeks Ja of Nadim or Merkazad

She was due to return to Merkazad in a week’s tiht that if he wanted her to stay in Paris she would It wasn’t what she’d planned at all, but the anatoain

She arrived at the ornate door of Sal open-plan apartreet her warmly when she came in, but then a look flashed over his face and he said, ‘Excusez- you this evening?’

Hearing Salave Jaotten about his status as next in line to be ruler of Merkazad after Nadier country of Al-Omar on the Arabian peninsula It had been her ht up after her birth in Paris Her French father had worked for Salman’s father as an advisor

Ja ‘I’ dinner’

The concierge smiled back, but he looked a little uncomfortable, and a shiver of unease went down Jaood reason as the lift ascended When it came to a sot stronger Salman’s door was partially open, and she heard a deep-throated, very feminine chuckle just as she pushed it open fully

It took a few seconds for the scene in front of her to register Sal with his head bent, about to kiss a very beautiful red-haired wo vine Jamilah suddenly felt stupidly self-conscious in her student uniform of jeans and T-shirt

Their mouths met, and Salman’s hands were on the woman’s slender waist as he hauled her closer Exactly the way he had done with Ja—it was only afterwards that she’d realised that was the

Salman broke off the kiss and looked round But, Jamilah noted, he didn’t take his hands off the woreen eyes flashing at the interruption

Jaistered Salman’s thick dark unruly hair, which had always curled a touch too near his collar, or his intensely dark flashing eyes, which she’d always thought held a universe of shadows and secrets The hard line of his jaw, and his exquisitely sculpted cheekbones which somehow didn’t diminish the harsh masculinity of his face, were all peripheral to her shock

Nus all at once, Ja low and succinct to the woave a little moue of displeasure before she stepped back and picked up her bag and coat

She brushed past Ja a noxious cloud of perfume behind her, and said huskily, ‘Je te voir plus tard, cheri’

See you later, darling