The Sheikh's Unsuitable Bride Part 2

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As it was, he had to s.n.a.t.c.h this hour to celebrate a little girl's birthday out of a crammed schedule when he should, instead, be concentrating on the reception for travel journalists and dinner with the men who had the financial power to make his airline a reality.

'Are you a permanent fixture, Metcalfe?' he asked. 'Or will Jack Lumley be back on duty tomorrow?'

'I couldn't say, sir,' she said, glancing up to look in the rear-view mirror, briefly meeting his gaze, before returning her attention to the road. 'He was taken ill earlier today.' Then, 'I'm sure the company could find you someone else in the meantime, if you insisted.'

'Someone with a beard?'

'Yes, sir.'



Her dimple had disappeared. She wasn't smiling now. Not even close. She thought he objected to a female chauffeur?

'And if I did?' something made him persist. 'What would you be doing tomorrow?'

Her eyes flickered back to him. They were green, like the smudge of new leaves in an English hedgerow in April.

'If I'm lucky I'll be back at the wheel of a minibus, doing the school run.'

'And if you're unlucky?'

'Back at the wheel of a minibus, doing the school run,' she repeated, letting loose another of those smiles, albeit a somewhat wry one, as she pulled into the forecourt of a ma.s.sive toy store. She slid from behind the wheel but he was out of the car before she could open the door for him and looking up at the facade of the store she'd chosen.

It hadn't occurred to him to dictate their destination. Jack Lumley would have taken him to Harrods or Hamleys, having called ahead to check which of them had what he was looking for, ensuring that it would be gift-wrapped and waiting for him, charged to his account.

No waiting.

No effort.

Like an arranged marriage.

A gust of wind whipped across the vast forecourt of the store and Diana grabbed for her hat, clutching it to her head.

Sheikh Zahir had made no move to enter, but was staring up at the storefront and, heart sinking, she realised that she'd got it wrong.

Sadie was right. She wasn't equipped for this...

'I'm sorry,' she said. 'This isn't what you expected.'

He glanced back at her. 'I left the decision to you.'

True. And she'd made her best judgement...

'I thought it would be quicker,' she explained. 'It's certainly easier to park.' Then, 'And, to be honest, you don't quite meet the Knightsbridge dress code.'

'There's a dress code?' He turned to look at her. 'For shopping?'

'No bare feet. No sports shoes. No jeans. No backpacks.' She faltered, realising just how foolish she must sound. As if anyone would turn him away for being inappropriately dressed. 'Not that you're carrying a backpack.'

'But I tick all the rest of your boxes.'

'I expect it's different for royalty.'

'Just as well not to risk it,' Sheikh Zahir said gently. If he was laughing at her, he was being kind enough not to do it out loud.

On the point of congratulating herself that she wasn't such a juggins after all, he said, 'Okay. Let's do this.'

Let's. As in 'let us'. We.

'You want me to come in with you?'

'Surely you were told that royalty never carries its own bags?'

Now she was quite sure he was laughing.

'The rumour is that they don't carry money either and you should know that I can't help you there.' Then, 'Besides, I really shouldn't leave the car.'

'Are you refusing to come with me?' he enquired, a faint edge beneath the chocolate silk of his unbelievably s.e.xy accent. A reminder that she was there at his bidding. 'The school run is that appealing?'

Maybe she'd been too quick to leap to judgement on the 'kind', she decided, locking the door and following him without another word.

Inside a store of aircraft hangar proportions, aisle upon aisle of shelves were stocked with everything a child-and quite a few grown-ups-could possibly desire.

Diana found herself staring at the shopping trolleys, the serve-yourself warehouse-style shelving, not through her own eyes, but through the eyes of a man for whom 'self-service' was undoubtedly an unexplored concept.

It was most definitely another one of those 'oh, sheikh' moments.

'So much for this being quicker,' he said, looking around. 'How on earth do you find what you're looking for?'

'With difficulty,' she admitted, realising that at one of those Top People's stores, someone would have found exactly what he was looking for in an instant. 'The, um, idea is to get you to pa.s.s as many shelves as possible. That way you're more likely to impulse buy.' Then, 'How many people, do you suppose, leave with the one item they came in to buy?'

He turned to look at her. 'That sounds like the voice of experience.'

'Isn't that what I'm here for? My experience? You're the one who bought something made of gla.s.s for a little girl.'

'Actually...'He stopped, shook his head. 'I take your point, although I'm now beginning to think I'd be better advised to buy Ameerah shares in the company.'

'Shares in a toy shop?' she said, clutching her hands to her heart. 'Now why didn't my parents think of that?'

'Because they're not so much fun to play with, I imagine,' he said seriously. 'Not what a little girl imagines for her birthday surprise.'

'True, but just think what I could do with them now.' His brows rose slightly, inviting an explanation. 'Instead of the five-minute gratification of a plastic car for my favourite doll, I could now afford to buy my own taxi. Be my own boss.' Then, because his eyebrows lifted another millimetre, 'I'd go for the fun version in sparkly pink, obviously...'

CHAPTER TWO.

ZAHIR watched as Metcalfe swiftly turned and walked across to the enquiry desk, jolted out of his preconceived notion of who she was, what she was.

Not just an attractive young woman at the wheel of a car, but an attractive young woman with aspirations, dreams.

Not so long ago, he'd been there.

People a.s.sumed that because he had been born the grandson of the Emir of Ramal Hamrah life had fallen into his lap. Maybe they had a point. He'd been indulged, he knew that, with every benefit that life could bestow, including a privileged education in England, the freedom of post-graduate studies in America. But there was a price to pay.

Duty to his country, obedience to the family.

He'd spent two years in the desert, with his own life on hold, as companion to his grieving cousin. His reward had come when Hanif, seeing that his heart lay not with the slow-grinding wheels of government, but in the fast-moving world of big business, had given him his first chance. Had given his own precious time to convince his father that he should be allowed to tread his own path.

Had taken time to explain that what he was doing was as important for his country as playing the diplomat, the courtier, particularly when he would be such a reluctant one.

Even so, he'd had to go to the market for the money he'd needed to build his empire from the ground up, but, while his name could not guarantee success, he knew it had opened doors for him. People had been polite, inclined to listen, because of who he was, whereas even now he could see that his chauffeur was getting the most grudging attention from the a.s.sistant at the desk.

'Do they have what we're looking for?' he asked, joining her.

'Who knows?'

As she went to ask for help from an a.s.sistant, Diana was desperately wis.h.i.+ng she'd gone for the obvious shopping destination instead of trying to be clever. In Knightsbridge she would have had to stay with the car to fend off the traffic warden while he 'shopped' all by himself.

'If they have any they'll be with the novelty items.' Her imitation of the a.s.sistant's couldn't-be-bothered gesture, made without looking up from whatever she was finding so gripping in the magazine she was reading, was meant to be ironic. 'Over there, apparently.'

Maybe Sheikh Zahir didn't 'get' irony because he turned to the woman behind the desk and said, 'We don't have a great deal of time...'he paused to check out her name tag '...Liza. Would you be kind enough to show us exactly where we can find what we're looking for?'

She turned a page and said, 'Sorry. I can't leave my desk.'

Big mistake that, Diana thought, warmed by his 'we'.

'I can't', as she'd already discovered for herself, did not impress him one bit.

'The sign above your desk says "Customer Service",' he pointed out and then, as she sighed and finally looked up, he smiled at her.

Diana watched, torn between outrage and amus.e.m.e.nt as, without another word, the a.s.sistant leapt to her feet and scurried round the desk.

'This way,' she said, switching on a smile of her own. One of the hundred watt variety.

'We seem to have beaten the system, Metcalfe,' Sheikh Zahir said as, with a gesture, he invited her to follow the woman.

'Nice work,' she said, 'but somehow I don't think that technique would work for me.'

That earned her a smile of her own. Rather less than he had used on the a.s.sistant, but at the same time more, she thought.

Less teeth. More eyes.

'You use what you have,' he said with a shrug.

Fortunately, before she was called upon to reply, they arrived at a shelf lined with a colourful selection of snow globes.

'Cinderella. Snow White. The Princess and the Frog.' The a.s.sistant, her attention now fully engaged by Sheikh Zahir, indicated the range on display. She couldn't have been more enthusiastic if she'd made each one personally. By hand.

'Thank you,' Sheikh Zahir said as he picked up the Princess and the Frog.

'If there's anything else...?' she offered, lingering, transformed by his smile into a candidate for Customer Services a.s.sistant of the Year award.

'I'll be sure to come and find you.'

It was polite, but there was no doubt about it. She'd been dismissed. Diana almost felt sorry for her as she backed away, dragging her tongue after her. Almost.

'The Princess and the Frog, Metcalfe?' he asked, holding out the globe for an explanation.

He had beautiful hands. Not pampered or soft. There was an old scar running across his knuckles and, although his fingers were long, thin even, it was the slenderness of tensile steel.

'I am not familiar with this fairy tale,' he said.

'I'm surprised you know any of them,' she said, forcing herself to focus on the globe. It contained a scene in which a girl, wearing a small crown, and a frog were sitting on the edge of a well.

'Disney has reached Ramal Hamrah.'

'Has it?' Of course it had. 'Oh, right. Well, I suppose this must be one he decided to give a miss.' She thought about it. 'Actually, he was probably right. I'd stick with one of the others,' she advised.

'But this girl is a princess. Ameerah will like that.'

Just like the a.s.sistant, who'd faded away with no more than an envious glance in her direction, Diana recognised the imperative. He didn't need words to issue an order. He could do it with a look from those dark eyes.

'It's not good,' she warned him. 'Cinderella is, admittedly, a bit wet, but at least she's kind. And while Snow White is not exactly a female role model...'

'I don't have all day,' he warned.

'No, sir.' She took the globe and gave it a little shake to start the snowstorm. 'Okay, this is how it goes. Spoilt princess drops her precious golden ball in the well. The frog offers her a deal. If she takes him home with her, lets him eat from her plate, sleep on her pillow, kisses him goodnight...' She hesitated as, distracted by the sensuous curve of his lower lip, she lost the thread of the story.

'He's a talking frog?'

She shrugged. 'It's a fairy tale. If you want reality you're in the wrong place.'

He acknowledged the point with the slightest movement of his head. Then, 'Kisses him goodnight,' he prompted.

'Mmm. If she promises all that,' she said, 'he'll fetch her golden ball from the bottom of the well.'

'A gentleman frog would have done it without strings attached.'

'A girl with any gumption would have got it herself.'

'You would have climbed down the well, Metcalfe?'

'I wouldn't have kissed the d.a.m.n frog!'

'You disapprove?'

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