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The Sheik’s Baby Surprise (The Boarding School #4)(2)
Author: Elizabeth Lennox

“I don’t…” she wasn’t really sure what to say. She glanced down, looking for her tote bag and umbrella. Both were instantly handed to her. “Thank you,” she whispered, feeling a numbness take over where that heat had been when the tall man had been touching her. “I have to go,” she stated as firmly as she could. “I appreciate the rescue.”

“I will drive you to your destination,” the tall man announced.

Jina looked up at him and tried very hard to suppress her anger. She was trembling for some reason, and that hammer was still making her heart pound. She had to get away from this man. It was imperative that her heart stay inside of her chest, which meant that she could not be around this man. He was dangerous. And she didn’t think that the word “dangerous” fully defined this man’s effect on her.

“No. Thank you.”

She tried to step away from him, to be on her way. Crisis over, she was moving on and praying silently that her morning would get better.

“I insist. Our vehicles caused your mishap. I will make it up to you.”

Jina had just turned away when he uttered those words. But when she heard them, she was almost stunned by the anger that shot through her body. Perhaps if it hadn’t been raining, or if her feet weren’t aching on the cobblestone sidewalk. Or maybe if she didn’t feel like a wet rag in front of this incredibly handsome man’s pristine appearance as he stood under umbrellas held by his servants while she struggled to open her own umbrella once more, broken from the fall, she might have been a touch more cautious in her response. But as it was, she was furious and this man was making her feel like this so he was a legitimate target in her mind.

“You can insist all you like, but I’m not getting into the vehicle that created my current predicament. If your driver had any sort of courtesy, he wouldn’t have splashed me. Nor would the second or third have splashed this horrible rainwater all over me and I wouldn’t be walking uphill in shoes that could have been used as medieval torture devices, if they could stay put together long enough. And I’m really not happy with the fact that it WASN’T SUPPOSED TO RAIN TODAY!” She was screaming by the end of her rant and didn’t care what anyone thought by this point. It was either scream or cry and screaming was marginally more dignified so she took that option with gusto!

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and nodded her chin for emphasis. She felt much better now. Turning around, she ignored the tall, devastatingly attractive man who was still staring at her, praying that no other catastrophe would happen since she suspected that the man was still watching her.

This day was not happening, she told herself as she entered the employee entrance of the embassy where her client was probably already waiting for her. She was ten minutes late, her hair was a dripping mess, her makeup was barely salvageable, her stockings were so badly damaged that there was nothing she could do but take them off and, she stared at her image in the mirror, there was another leaf sticking out of her hair!

She wanted to just hide with mortification. Why couldn’t the man have been bald and fat? Why couldn’t he have had bad teeth? Or just bad breath?!

No. Today was just not happening. She smoothed her hair back, applying extra pins to make herself look a bit more presentable, dabbed some powder on her nose to hide the redness as she fought to keep herself from bursting into tears, and hurried out into the ballroom where guests were milling about already.

She found her client easily enough and apologized. Thankfully, the woman was gracious and waved away the need for any apology. “I haven’t even gone inside, dear. So no harm at all. And you have a very good reputation so I’m thrilled to be working with you today.” She gestured towards the event which was already underway. “Shall we?”

Jina forced a smile and tried to relax. This was her job and she was extremely good at it. She had to remind herself that the man, whoever he was, had gone on with his day just as she was about to do with her own.

Stepping out into the ballroom, Jina was pretty sure that fate was laughing hysterically at her.

The man, that man, was standing in the center of the room and her client, the gracious woman who was a legend in the banking industry, was making a beeline for the man in question.

No, Jina thought as her feet were barely able to lift off of the carpeting. This simply wasn’t happening. Yes, it was similar to an ostrich sticking its head in the sand but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything, other than not being near this man any longer! No! She wanted to stomp her foot in frustration. She wanted to scream at him to get out. Or even better, she wanted to spin around on her pathetically shoed foot and run away, hide from this man’s dangerous, all-knowing look.

But she didn’t do any of those things. She was much slower in her approach than her client, but she walked over to the small group of chatting guests, her lashes lowered over her eyes so that she didn’t have to look at the man.

Maybe he wouldn’t recognize her, she thought to herself. She’d been wet and bedraggled, wearing a dripping trench coat. Oh, and let’s not forget those leaves and branches sticking out of her hair! Yes, maybe those had disguised her enough!

She almost laughed at the possibility. Shaking her head mentally, she stood behind her client, praying silently that her translation services would not be needed.

But noooo! That fate thing was still having a blast with her day!

“You seem to have recovered quite well from your trauma,” the man commented in Spanish. “And if you look out the windows, you will notice that I have stopped the rain so that your trip home will be significantly easier.”

Jina’s eyes snapped up to his and she held her breath. Goodness he was devastatingly handsome. But Spanish? He had a darker complexion but…she wouldn’t have guessed Spanish from his accent earlier. She would have guessed Middle Eastern.

He said something in Spanish about numbers and she turned to her client, translating the information for her. The woman said something back and Jina turned to the man, staring at his chin.

Jina waited as patiently as possible for the man’s response, but there was only silence. Finally, with irritation, she looked up at him, not sure why he wasn’t responding.

When the man winked at her, she couldn’t stop the blush that formed. “That’s better,” he said in Spanish. “Your eyes tell me that you’re still furious with me, but that’s okay. I have it on very good authority that I am gifted at soothing angry tempers.”

Jina’s mouth dropped open and she glared at the man, shocked by what he was implying. “Are you saying…”

“My stables have many spirited mares. All they need is a firm hand to show them how to behave and they are putty in my hands.”

Jina’s eyes narrowed. “Are you implying that I am like a horse? An animal?”

Her client’s phone buzzed and the woman lifted her hand, excusing herself. Jina’s mouth dropped open as she watched her only shield walk away from her.

Standing in the middle of a crowd, she felt her heartbeat increase, her mind frantically trying to find a way to get away from this man. When her client disappeared into the hallway, she glanced back up at the tall man, her stomach cringing with the triumphant look in his eyes.

“It appears that it is just you and me now,” he told her, switching to English.

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