Lying like a starfish on the large bed in the room she occupied, Mia had her eyes closed but was not asleep. Indeed, she was replaying over and over again the scene that had just occurred in the office of the sheikh or king. It was the first time since she had had the misfortune to meet him that he had been gentle with her. Just reliving the light pressure of his hand on her skin, made her shiver uncontrollably. What was happening with this man. Did he also feel what she felt? Or ....
- Hello mia dulce, it is me the most beautiful prince of the earth.
Interrupted in the course of its thoughts by energetic knocks at the door, Mia opened her eyes with a smile on her lips at the hearing of this voice that she had recognized as being that of Malick, Mia got up to go and open the door for him. .
He did not hesitate to throw himself on the bed with a deep sigh of ease.
-I thought that his highness the prince Don Juan had returned home. She teased him by coming to lie down near him while maintaining a reasonable distance.
Putting his hand on his heart and pretending to be hurt, Malick straightened up then mimed an aristocratic voice.
- Allow me my dear lady to correct a small point. Indeed, I am not a Don Juan as you claim but a temptation. The difference is that the Don Juan collects women by seducing them but the temptation, naturally attracts to it women as the honey with the bees.
Malick's stance and facial expressions were so funny that Mia couldn't stop a long, deep laugh from escaping her throat.
-You are very funny Malick. A temptation! Really? With that level of narcissism, no doubt you and Cam will get along just fine. Mia finally replied, wiping away the tears that had escaped from her eyes while she was laughing.
While moved by a force above his own, Hackim was going to ask about the state of the foreigner's wrist, his attention was held back by muffled laughter coming from his room. Curious and somewhat annoyed to hear her laughing with another person, he accelerated his steps to see who it was.
Without bothering to announce himself by typing, he pushed the wrist of the door and his blood did not make but a turn in his body in front of the spectacle which unfolded before him. Lying on the back near the young woman who was lying on the side so as to face him, Malick deployed his number of charm to this one who judging by his blissful smile was conquered. Furious, Hackim would have wanted to punch his cousin to propel him far away from her but he did not and instead addressed him in Arabic so that the foreigner would not hear.
- You couldn't help but seduce her too, could you? Asked he of a rumbling making sursautet in the passage Mia who had just realized ds its presence. She got up with haste to leave the bed but it was without counting on Malick who pulled slightly on her wrist to lengthen it whereas he straightened up to sit astride in order to face his cousin of the ears of which literally came out of the smoke.
- She is young, beautiful and attractive. Just my style. Why should I stop myself from seducing her? His sly smile was intended to inflame his cousin even more. Which worked perfectly, considering his clenched fists.
Hackim took two steps forward and stopped.
- I want you to leave my palace by tonight.
- Sorry cousin, but I'm going to have to disappoint you. I promised the beautiful foreigner a tour of the city and I always keep my promises, especially to such a beautiful woman.
Unable to understand what was being said between the two men, Mia could still feel the tension between them and she suspected that the king was not happy to see his cousin hanging out with a suspect. She couldn't ignore the sensations that ran through her body, however, at the sound of the king's deep, husky voice, which sounded deeper when he spoke Arabic.
What were they talking about? Unable to hold on any longer in this heavy atmosphere, Mia got up and tried to leave the room but was held back by the sheikh once she reached the door. With his grip against all soft expectation, he seized her wrist that he had so long bandaged then pressed lightly on it tearing off her a muffled cry.
-Come with me.
She did not have the time to answer that he pulled her already out of the room where Malick remained seated a victorious smile to the lips.
TO BE CONTINUED...