The Sheikh's Tempting Assistant

by Leslie North

  The Sheikh's Tempting Assistant

  Sheikh's Meddling Sisters: Book One

  Leslie North

  Contents

  Sheikh’s Meddling Sisters

  Blurb

  Mailing List

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  End of The Sheikh's Tempting Assistant

  Thank You

  About Leslie

  Sneak Peek

  More Books by this Author

  Sheikh’s Meddling Sisters

  The Sheikh’s Tempting Assistant

  The Sheikh’s Island Fling

  The Sheikh’s Pregnant Fake Wife

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  RELAY PUBLISHING EDITION, JUNE 2018

  Copyright © 2018 Relay Publishing Ltd.

  All rights reserved. Published in the United Kingdom by Relay Publishing. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Blurb

  Laura Bliss is an assistant location scout with no sense of direction—which is how she got stuck with a faulty GPS and the job of scouting sand dunes rather than the oasis her boss is currently viewing. With the sun going down and Laura seriously worrying for her life, she stumbles across a tent that looks more like a palace than a campsite. Dehydrated and burnt, it seems like salvation—until men wearing desert garb and toting AK47’s ride out in jeeps to gather her.

  Sheikh Raheem can barely believe his luck when an American woman is brought into his tent. He is passionate about his country’s natural splendor, but its PR is in desperate need of a makeover—perhaps as much as the dirty beauty in front of him. He makes an offer: Laura, with her eye for finding the beauty in a location, will help him craft a campaign promoting his country, and when she completes the project he’ll send her back to America with a paycheck she can live on for years. Seeing a chance for financial freedom, Laura jumps at the opportunity.

  As Raheem shows off the magnificence of his land, Laura finds herself getting swept into a fairy tale full of palaces, five-star luxury, and the most sensuous sex she’s ever experienced. Though she values her independence, the temptation to stay—not just for Raheem, but for the beautiful country that isn’t getting the attention it deserves—holds her in place. But when the country’s natural treasures are threatened, Raheem and Laura must decide what means more to them: their love for one another or their original plans.

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  1

  “What I need is a ringer,” Sheikh Raheem bin Haik al Nazari said, reclining back on his chaise lounge in the middle of the desert of his small country, Djeva. Twilight had settled over the landscape, bathing everything in soft shades of deepening purples and blues. Quite lovely. He took a deep breath of fresh air and closed his eyes, seeking a bit of the relaxation that had been so elusive on this trip.

  “A ring? Did I hear that right?” his eldest sister Jessenia said, undisguised interest edging her tone. After the death of their father earlier in the year, Jess had taken it upon herself to assume the role that up until then had been the sole province of their beloved mother—boss of everyone and everything. “Don’t tell me you’ve finally decided to settle down and start a family after all my months of prodding.”

  Raheem sighed and shook his head. “No. That’s not what I said. And you know as well as I do that marriage is not even on my radar right now. I’ve got too many other projects to work on at the moment. I said I need a ‘ringer’, not a ring. Someone with no skin in the game to help me strategize.”

  ‘The game’ was his grand scheme to use his country’s ever-growing wealth from tourism to fund a much-needed wildlife preserve. There were several species of cats, camels, and birds that could only be found here in Djeva. He felt it was his duty and calling to ensure their survival for generations to come.

  “Bah.” Jess gave a dismissive wave of her hand, her white silk robes blowing softly in the breeze. Honestly, she even looked like their mother Zuhra—dark hair and eyes, smooth golden skin, short and slightly more rounded than his other sisters. And dedicated to trying to run the lives of her six siblings. “You spend too much time working and too little time playing, brother. What you need is to find the right woman to show you how wonderful love can be. You’ve always been far too competitive for your own good, Raheem.”

  That last sentence was probably true, he admitted to himself. Even if the rest was hogwash. Of course, being the youngest of three sons did that to a man. From the day he’d become aware of his family’s rank and importance, Raheem had felt like he was playing catch-up. Catching up to his father, who had been a good father, but not such a great leader, made the task of Raheem and the rest of his family that much harder. Their goal now was to run the country with fairness, honesty, and a relentless drive to make Djeva the international finance and commerce center of their small area of the Arab region. Too bad their father hadn’t given the running of his country the same level of time and consideration. He’d passed away the previous year and left the country in the hands of Raheem and his two older brothers.

  Feraz, the oldest Nazrani son, had taken over as figurehead, but he had problems of his own to deal with. A difficult marriage, most notably. When things were good between Feraz and his much-absent wife, Raheem’s eldest brother spent much of his time traipsing after the woman, alternately trying to hunt her down and make her happy. When things were bad, Feraz became sullen and moody, which made for interesting—if ineffective—meetings about the running of their government. Neither situation created a sense of stability for Djeva or gave the impression of effective leadership.

  Rehaj, the second oldest brother, had therefore taken it upon himself to shore up his brother’s deficits, when needed. Determined, smart, analytical, at twenty-nine—just one year older than Raheem—he’d already decided to marry for political purposes, when the time came. He’d explained in a cold, clinical tone that his marital union to an advantageous, powerful ally would be the best way to advance Djeva’s interests.

  A shudder passed through Raheem each time he remembered that conversation. Granted, Raheem was no fan of love. All the Nazrani siblings had seen firsthand the destructive toll such strong emotions took on their poor mother over the years. In fact, that was why Raheem had arranged for this week-long, luxury excursion into the desert. To give them all—and their mother, most especially—a much-needed respite from all the chaos since their father had died.

  Unfortunately, with Jess being her usual bossy self, and the rest of his siblings running amok over each other’s privacy and now with Raheem’s beloved wildlife preserve in danger of not receiving enough votes to get
the funding it needed from the tribal council, the trip had been less than stellar for him.

  “I’m not competitive,” he said, giving his sister a disgusted look. “I just like things to turn out for the best.”

  “And your way is the best, is it?” Jess said, grinning.

  “Always.” Raheem chuckled. The camp really was lovely. Three huge white tents accented in black housed the family and the staff they’d brought along on this journey. Two small tents near the back of the encampment housed the kitchen facilities and storage and a bit further out still was the lavatory tent and one housing showers and bath facilities.

  In the center of the main tent complex was the communal area where he and Jess sat in their chaise lounges. Thick Persian rugs had been strewn across the sand along with silk-covered pillows in an array of jewel tones. Small fire pits dotted the large space along with torches placed strategically to provide light and keep the flying insects at bay. The chairs themselves, made of wood with thick white cushions atop them, were clustered near the corners of the communal area to give small private areas where one could talk or read or just sit alone and stare at the vast sprinkling of stars above. At the center of it all, surrounding a much larger fire pit was the dining area. Tables and benches circled the fire pit and allowed everyone to share meals together. All in all, there were approximately forty people on this expedition, what with the family, their assistants and staff, plus the camp company’s employees and the security team.

  Speaking of security, a man was heading straight for Raheem and his sister now, a red-and-white checked bandana tied around his head and a menacing-looking assault rifle slung over one shoulder. The guard bowed slightly as he stopped at the end of their chairs, his gaze darting to Jess before landing on Raheem. “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we’ve apprehended a woman wandering near the edge of the camp.”

  Raheem sat up, frowning. That was troubling on a number of levels. First, another reason he’d wanted to take the family on this trip was to get away from the media circus their life had become since their father’s death. It seemed every tabloid reporter on earth had descended on Djeva to speculate on the marriage of the new ruler of the country and the bachelor status of the two younger Nazrani sons. And yes, maybe Raheem had cultivated something of a playboy reputation in the past. It was all in good fun, nothing serious, no one got hurt. He only dated women who knew the score, women who were as determined as he was to further their interests in life and weren’t afraid to do what was necessary to achieve their goals.

  Raheem narrowed his gaze on the new arrival. “Who is she? And what the hell is she doing out here in the middle of nowhere?”

  “We tried to ask her that, sir, but she refuses to answer.” The guard glanced at Jess again. “She said she wants to talk to the person in charge.”

  “Get Feraz to deal with it then.” Raheem settled back on his chair again. “He’s the leader.”

  The guard cleared his throat. “Um, I tried, sir. But Feraz is occupied with other matters at the moment.”

  From the man’s obvious discomfort and the slight hint of disapproval in his tone, that meant Raheem’s oldest brother must be dealing with his recalcitrant wife. She’d made some excuse for not accompanying the family on this trip and Raheem would now lay bets that she’d run off to some distant shopping mecca again. He exhaled slowly and summoned his patience. “What about Rehaj? He’s usually gung-ho to take charge of business.”

  “He’s busy on a conference call to Berlin, sir. He’s the one who told me to get you.” The guard at least had the decency to look sorry for disturbing Raheem’s first bit of relaxation since they’d arrived. Trying to please his family while corralling them all here for five days without incident was a full-time occupation. “I’m sorry, sir. But the woman is causing quite a ruckus at our security station. She’s American, sir.”

  Jess snorted at that and Raheem gritted his teeth. He had no issue with Americans, per se, and gladly welcomed their tourist dollars in his country. But they did have a tendency to become demanding, expecting the rest of the world to adhere to their own freewheeling liberties without regard for each country’s own laws and traditions. The last thing Raheem wanted to deal with tonight was some opinionated stranger.

  “Excuse me,” Raheem said, pushing to his feet. Jessenia was still grinning at him, he noticed. Figured. If anyone could relate to a strong female, it would be Jess and his sisters. They made Gloria Steinem look like Barbie.

  He didn’t miss his elder sister’s bark of laughter as he walked away or her shout of “good luck” as he followed the guard out of the camp itself and through a valley in the nearby dunes to the security station on the other side. He’d get back at his brothers for foisting this task off on him, once he had a chance to figure out the best revenge.

  They walked into a smaller white tent, similar to the ones in the main camp, and Raheem’s ears were immediately assaulted by the loud tone of a woman reading the riot act to a guard who stood a foot and a half taller than her and outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. Even so, the guard looked unnerved as the petite woman poked her finger at him, her red hair sticking out from the messy bun at the nape of her neck. She was faced away from the entrance, and so had no idea of Raheem’s arrival.

  The guard accompanying him cleared his throat again and the woman swiveled around to face them. For the first time in his life, Raheem seriously reconsidered his choices. She was quite possibly the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen—all flushed, smooth, pale skin and big green eyes. Her pink lips were parted and her breathing fast due to her upset at the security guard. Raheem had the insane urge to kiss her right then and there to see if that mouth was truly as soft as it looked.

  “Who the hell are you?” the woman demanded, her gaze glittering with annoyance.

  Raheem bowed slightly, never taking his eyes off her. He was…enchanted. “Sheik Raheem bin Haik al Nazrani, at your service.”

  Her eyes flared at the title and the color in her cheeks deepened. He wondered if she colored so beautifully in other circumstances as well. Despite his earlier irritation, Raheem felt his body responding to this bewitching stranger. And that was completely unacceptable. He was here to relax, recharge, renew his creative energies to achieve his goals and finance his dream project. He was not here to get laid.

  He shook off the strange curiosity urging him to touch her, taste her, tempt her as she was tempting him, and instead spoke to the woman in the same tone she’d used with him, thinking that might break her spell. “And who the hell are you?”

  2

  Must’ve been the heat stroke. Or maybe dehydration.

  Otherwise there was no logical explanation for the decadent pleasure tent Laura Bliss suddenly found herself inside. She’d been wandering around this godforsaken desert for the better part of the afternoon, searching for locations for the production company’s next shoot when she’d taken a wrong turn around a dune and ended up horribly lost.

  Not to mention the GPS in her stupid phone was faulty, causing her to walk in endless circles until she’d finally given up all hope of ever finding her rented Range Rover again and had spent the rest of her time crying, cursing, and ruing the day she’d agreed to go on this wild trek into the sands of nowhere.

  Didn’t help that all she could picture in her mind was her boss, sitting inside a cool, comfy oasis somewhere sipping coconut water while she grew more and more parched by the second. And yes, finding remote beautiful places was technically her job as an assistant location scout, but this was crazy. She could’ve died, for goodness sake!

  As she stared at the gorgeous man glowering across from her now, she thought perhaps death would’ve been preferable. He stared at her with eyes that fairly glowed with intelligence and irritation, but she was beyond caring at this point. Her face felt tight from sunburn, with muscles so weak from walking that she trembled all over, and enough sand in her shoes to build a castle.

  If there was ever a time wh
en Laura was completely over it all, this was it.

  So, when she’d gotten a look inside this den of iniquity, it had only pissed her off even more. She took in the fancy carpets on the floor, the array of tech and computer screens lining one wall of the tent, the buffet of food and drink along the other wall, and the two women sprawled across a pile of pillows in the back of the space, and it only pissed her off even more.

  Maybe on closer inspection, yes, the women on the floor were wearing the same security uniforms as the men who’d taken her captive. And maybe this tent wasn’t as lavish as she’d originally thought, more an efficient work center than a harem, but still.

  She’d been brought here against her will and she damn well wanted to know why.

  Last time she’d checked, Djeva was a free country. Or maybe not. Honestly, she felt so delirious she didn’t care anymore.

  The imperious man across from her looked more annoyed by the second. The fact he also looked like he’d walked straight out of her wickedest Arabian Nights fantasies didn’t help either. Tall, dark, well-muscled beneath those flowing white robes of his—God. Laura swallowed hard and looked away. This was ridiculous. She needed to keep it together if she had any hope of getting back to her boss and her hotel anytime soon.