Promised To A Sheikh. Carla Cassidy
seriously, “But none of them has managed to capture my heart the way you have done.”
Her green eyes danced teasingly. “You’ve been described as a tough but wise ruler, and a ruthless, fickle ladies’ man.”
“Ah, you’ve been reading the press. Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to believe everything you read?” He reached across the table and took one of her hands in his.
She had small, dainty hands with fingernails painted a delicate pink. Her fingers were cool, but warmed quickly with the contact.
“Elizabeth, I confess that I have been something of a ladies’ man in the past. I was seeking the perfect woman—a woman intelligent enough to sit at my side and help me achieve my goals for my country, a woman sensitive enough to tune in to the needs of my people. And a woman passionate enough to match my own passionate nature. I believe I have found that woman in you.”
“Omar, you can’t know that for sure. We hardly know each other,” she protested. She attempted to pull her hand back, but he held fast.
“I know of your intelligence and sensitivity through the letters we have exchanged. And I know of your passionate nature simply by looking into your eyes.” With his free hand he fumbled in his breast pocket and withdrew the ring case that had been resting there.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it, but she said nothing.
“Elizabeth, you captured my fancy six years ago when I first met you, and you’ve never been far from my mind. In the past year of our correspondence, I’ve only grown more certain that you are the woman I want for my wife.”
He released her hand to open the ring box. She gasped as the ring was exposed. It was a replica of his own ring, only smaller. A large flawless emerald with brilliant diamonds sparkling around the perimeter.
“I had this made especially for you after much thought about what kind of gemstone was right for you. I chose the emerald because it reminds me of how your eyes sparkled and danced on the night of the cotillion so long ago.”
“It’s stunning,” she said softly.
He took her hand in his once again. “No, it will only really be stunning when you’re wearing it.” He slid the ring onto her finger, pleased that it seemed to be a perfect fit.
“Omar…I’m really not sure—”
He held up a hand to still her. He didn’t want to hear what she was about to say. “Please, Elizabeth, wear the ring. Don’t deny me the pleasure of seeing it on your hand. We can discuss our future in the days to come. But for now, wear the ring.”
He could see her hesitation. She frowned and looked down at the ring for a moment. Finally she gazed at him. “All right,” she said. “I’ll wear it for now, but I’m not making any promises. I need some time. This has all been an enormous surprise.”
At that moment Rashad entered the dining room. “I am sorry to disturb you,” he said apologetically. He turned to address Omar. “There is a phone call for you. It concerns the negotiations with Cyprus.”
Omar frowned, knowing the oil negotiations were too important to dismiss. As Rashad left the room, Omar stood. “I fear I must take this call, and I don’t know how long it might last. Please feel free to finish your coffee or order dessert. Then the car will take you back home.”
“No, I’m ready to leave, as well,” she said. She dabbed her mouth with her napkin, then stood, and together they walked to the door.
He started to open the door, then changed his mind and turned back to her. “There’s just one thing before you go,” he said.
“What?”
He gave her no opportunity to anticipate him. In one swift moment he gathered her into his arms and claimed her lips with his.
She stiffened briefly, then relaxed against him, giving herself to his kiss in a response that electrified him.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough for him to taste the heat of her sweet lips and the passion that he’d sensed resided inside her. It was enough for him to know that he wanted this woman more than he’d wanted a woman in a very long time.
When he released her, she looked slightly dazed, and he ran a thumb down her smooth cheek. “I want you as my wife, Elizabeth, and I am a man accustomed to getting what I want. And now Rashad will see you home.”
Without waiting for her reply, he opened the door and strode out.
Three
“Tell me all about it,” Fiona demanded.
It was just after nine, and Cara had been sitting at her kitchen table having a cup of tea when the phone rang for the second time that morning.
“Tell you about what?” she asked teasingly.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Fiona exclaimed. Her impatience was obvious, all the way from Paris. “Arabian nights…magic carpets. What I really want to know is if you rubbed Aladdin’s lamp?”
“Elizabeth Fiona!” Cara exclaimed, then smiled as she heard her sister’s wicked giggle. “And the answer to your ridiculous question is no.”
“Ah, too bad. But, seriously, did you have a good time with him?”
Cara looked down at the ring on her finger, noting how the morning sunshine streaking through her windows played on the diamonds and made the emerald shine as if filled with brilliant green Christmas lights.
“I had a wonderful time,” she replied.
“Where did he take you for lunch?”
“A private dining room at the Brighton. He had the entire room filled with flowers, Fiona. He remembered I’d written that I loved flowers.”
“Hmm, too bad you didn’t write that you loved diamonds.”
Again Cara looked down at the ring, a ring she was wearing under false pretenses. Not only was she not the woman he thought she was, but she also had no intention of marrying him.
“So, did you tell him the truth? Did you confess your identity?”
“Not yet, although I intend to when I see him today.”
“So, you’re seeing him again today?”
Cara got up from the table and placed the teakettle on the stove top to heat for another cup of tea. “Yes. He called me first thing this morning and told me he’d like me to take him sightseeing.”
“Sightseeing in Mission Creek? What’s there to see besides cattle?”
“That’s exactly what Omar wants to see,” Cara explained. “He’d like me to show him around the ranch.”
“Sounds wonderfully boring,” Fiona replied.
“It won’t be boring. Not with Omar there.”
There was a long pause. “It sounds like you like him, Cara. Are you sure you really want to tell him the truth today?”
Cara sighed. “No, I don’t want to tell him the truth today, and yes, I do like him.” She thought of that kiss…the kiss that had rocked her to her very core. “I like him a lot.”
“Then, don’t be in such a big hurry to tell him the truth. It’s not like you’re breaking any law, Cara. You can even borrow some of my clothes, if you want to keep up the pretense until the sheik goes back home.”
“Thanks. I’ll think about it,” Cara replied, although she had no intention of continuing the fabrication.
“Well, sis, I’ve got to run. I’m meeting some friends in just a little while. I’ll keep in touch to see how this little drama plays out.”
The two sisters said their goodbyes, then Cara hung up.