A Madaris Bride for Christmas. Brenda Jackson
* * *
Lee glanced around Peyton’s Place, the only rotating restaurant on the Strip. It was the most popular of all the hotel’s restaurants and always in demand. It seemed everyone was fascinated by the slow rotation offering a breathtaking view of the Strip and the Mojave Desert.
There would be no business discussions tonight. They had done enough of that during the day. Now it was time to eat and unwind. All five men had invited their wives to join them, and Angelo had invited Peyton as well. All seemed to be in a festive mood, and Lee was glad of that. It was a good way to end such a busy day.
He couldn’t help noticing that all six men were married to what he considered to be smart and beautiful women. Over dinner, he had discovered Sheikh Yasir’s wife, Delaney, was the sister of motorcycle builder and racer Thorn Westmoreland and also the sister of bestselling author Rock Mason, aka Stone Westmoreland.
Johari Valdemon, who was married to Sheikh Valdemon and was Sheikh Yasir’s sister, enlightened everyone over dinner with the story of how she and her husband had been promised to each other at birth and yet she hadn’t set eyes on him until she was twenty-four. They’d met here in the States. While in college, Johari had intentionally gone missing, not ready to return to her country, do her duty and marry. Rasheed had gone looking for her and had found his intended bride dancing on the tables of some club in New York. That tale got a lot of rousing laughter from everyone.
Jake joked about Kyle and Kimara’s six offspring and how, for years, everyone wondered if they would stop having more children. The couple did admit they enjoyed making babies, and that their fertility had something to do with a vacation cabin they owned in the North Carolina Mountains called Special K.
Because Mitch’s wife, Gina, grew up with a lot of his older cousins, Lee knew her well. Her brother Trevor was best friend to one of his older cousins, Dex; and for years Trevor had been foreman at Dex’s land-exploration company. Lee liked Gina, always had, and thought she was down-to-earth. It was obvious that Mitch adored his wife.
“I understand your oldest son left this month for college.” Angelo broke into Lee’s thoughts when he addressed a question to Kyle and Kimara Garwood.
Kimara smiled lovingly at her husband before gazing at Angelo. “Yes, and I miss Kyle VI already. He’s attending Harvard.”
“An excellent university,” both sheikhs chimed in to say with huge smiles. Both had degrees from Harvard.
“I agree,” Lee said. He was a proud Harvard alum as well.
“I take it you couldn’t persuade Blade and Sam to join us,” Mitch said, smiling.
Lee chuckled. “No. They drove to Los Angeles. Sam was determined to get some more shopping in.” He glanced over at Peyton. “How did shopping go yesterday?”
Peyton rolled her eyes. “Don’t ask.”
The waiters removed their plates and everyone agreed that dinner had been absolutely delicious and they were all ready for dessert.
“Thirteen is an unlucky number, Lee. Why didn’t you bring a date?” Diamond Swain Madaris asked.
Lee glanced across the dinner table and smiled at the woman who’d made his uncle a very happy man. “The reason I didn’t bring a date is because there isn’t a woman I’m interested in at the moment.”
“Better not say that too loud,” Jake said, chuckling. “Word might get back to Mom. She’ll find you a bride and start planning a wedding.”
Not if I find one first, Lee thought, as the waiter poured more coffee into his cup. He wasn’t interested in finding a bride, and he wouldn’t appreciate his great-grandmother shoving one down his throat either. She was known to try such tactics.
His mind shifted to the woman he’d met a couple of nights ago. He wondered where she was and what she was doing. Why was he still thinking about her? Why had thoughts of her infiltrated his mind all day? When he should have been concentrating on the business at hand he’d instead recalled their dance, their kiss, her scent. Why had she made such a lasting impression on him?
His thoughts were disrupted when waiters came out carrying several plates. Dessert had arrived.
* * *
“Oh, I bet your dessert is a big hit with everyone, Carly.”
Carly smiled. Jodie was definitely a confidence booster, which was really refreshing. During her years at culinary schools and working in various restaurants, Carly had discovered that most chefs were competitive by nature and very few gave compliments to other chefs. In contrast, Jodie didn’t mind bestowing a compliment and she was always in a good mood. That was probably one of the reasons Carly liked her.
“Thanks. We’ll see.”
“I saw one of the owners today when he was showing a group of men around. All the men were extremely handsome but Mr. Madaris stood out,” Jodie was saying.
Carly glanced over at her. “In what way?”
“Where everybody else got an A, in my book he got an A-plus.”
Carly couldn’t help but chuckle. “An A-plus?”
“Yes, doubly so.”
Carly shrugged, not imagining any man looking that good...except that guy she had danced with on the balcony two nights ago. She wondered if he’d checked out of the hotel by now. And that wasn’t the only thing she wondered about him. What was he doing in Vegas alone? Where was he from? She had picked up on a Southern accent.
Did he have a girl back home? Now was a fine time to think about that—after she’d plastered a kiss on him. But then he had plastered one on her as well. He had been the one to take the kiss to another level, not her. But still...
“Your dessert is really good,” Jodie said, interrupting Carly’s thoughts.
Carly glanced over to where Jodie was sitting on a stool at a counter, stuffing her face with Pi-Sky. Carly smiled. “Thanks.”
Chef Blanchard had put a lot of faith in her, and more than anything she didn’t want to disappoint him.
* * *
“Sweet Allah, that was the best pie I’ve ever eaten,” exclaimed Sheikh Rasheed Valdemon.
“Evidently,” his wife, Johari, said, smiling. “You ate three slices. If you eat any more you’ll gain too much to get on the plane.”
Everyone around the table chuckled, but Lee agreed with Rasheed. Even he had asked for seconds. The entire meal had been tremendous, but what topped it off was the excellent dessert. Rasheed and Lee weren’t the only ones who thought so. Others at the table were singing its praises too.
“Who is the chef for this restaurant?” Sheikh Jamal Yasir asked Lee and Angelo. “I’m tempted to sweep him or her off to my country to work in the palace.”
Lee laughed. “Then maybe we need to keep Chef Blanchard under lock and key for the rest of your visit. But it’s only fair for you to meet him.”
He then said to a waiter standing nearby, “Please tell Chef Blanchard that my dinner party would like to meet him.” The waiter nodded before quickly walking off. Lee was glad that things were going so well and that his potential investors were impressed.
Everyone looked up when the tall, lanky man wearing a huge white chef toque and chef jacket approached their table. Lee stood. “Everyone, this is Chef Blanchard, the person responsible for our very delicious meal as well as the outstanding service we received.”
Compliments were bestowed upon the man who beamed at all the accolades. “Thank you all. I’m glad you enjoyed everything. I have an excellent staff whose goal tonight was to make sure your dining experience at Peyton’s Place was first-class.”
“It was,” Rasheed said. “And that dessert...Pi-Sky it was called? It