The Sheikh's Christmas Present

by Leslie North

  The Sheikh’s Christmas Present

  The Shadid Sheikhs Series Book Two

  Leslie North

  Contents

  The Sheikh’s Christmas Present

  Blurb

  Thank you!

  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

  Epilogue

  End of The Sheikh’s Christmas Present

  Thank You!

  Sneak Peek

  The Shadid Sheikhs Series

  Book Two

  By Leslie North

  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, NOVEMBER 2016

  Copyright © 2016 Relay Publishing Ltd.

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  Blurb

  The Christmas season is a time for giving, and pilot Maria Walken has a planeload of gifts she’s gathering for Syrian refugees. Her charity has gotten a bad rap, and this time she’s determined to get her cargo delivered in time for the holiday. When a businessman shows up in need of a lift, she can’t stand his display of wealth…or the way he takes her breath away. But when he offers a large donation to her charity, Maria can hardly refuse.

  Sheikh Jarik Shadid is trying to make it to Lebanon to testify against a former friend. With his need for discretion and few options to choose from, he’s more than willing to contribute to Maria’s charity in exchange for a seat on her cargo plane. But as a freak snowstorm blows in extending their travel plans, Jarik’s sensible exterior is starting to crack under the beautiful weight of the principled pilot.

  Maria always promised herself she’d never fall for a rich man, but as they work to spread holiday cheer, she’s beginning to wonder if Jarik is everything she’s ever wanted for Christmas.

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  1

  Shivering, Maria Walken wrapped her jacket tighter around her body as she picked up her pace. The sidewalk was crowded as people rushed to their lunch hour. Frustrated, she pushed the long strands of her auburn hair out of her face and checked her watch again. Damn it, she was going to be late.

  Rounding the corner, she gasped when she saw the bus idling by the benches. There was still a line of people waiting at the door. Hopeful that she was going to make it, she wrapped her fist around the strap of her bag and ignored the blaring of car horns as she hurriedly crossed the street. She could not miss that bus.

  The closer she got, the more relief she felt. She was going to make it. As she neared the bus, she saw the faces pressed up against the glass. The bus was already full. A strange flash of blue caught her gaze, and she turned her head. Someone stared at her from the window, and she caught her breath.

  He was absolutely beautiful. She’d never seen such a stunning shade of blue as he stared at her, and there was something sensuous about the smirk that splayed across his face.

  Then, before she knew it, the face was disappearing.

  The bus!

  Letting out a shriek, she realized that she’d let the stranger slow her pace, and now the bus was pulling out. “No, no, no, no,” she cried out as she ran after it. “Wait!”

  There was no way in hell Maria was going to let that bus leave her behind. If she had to, she’d stand in front of the damn thing to get on. Of course, in this city, the bus was likely to run her over. Her lungs burned as she inhaled the chilly air, but she didn’t slow. She chased the bus for a block before, to her surprise, the bus suddenly pulled over and the doors opened.

  “Thank you,” she muttered over and over again to the driver as she pulled her shaky legs up the steps. The man scowled at her and looked pointedly to the cash machine. Reaching into her over-sized tote bag, she dug around for her wallet.

  After pulling out her scarf, gloves, sunglasses, travel mug, and book, she was mortified to realize that she still couldn’t find her wallet. Redness stained her cheeks as she realized that the driver was glaring at her. “I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I swear it’s in here.” Sitting her bag on the floor, she bent down and started pulling everything out on the floor. If the driver kicked her off the bus, she’d never make it to the airport in time.

  If only she hadn’t made that one stop. Maria was almost never late for things, but the teddy bear had stared at her from the window, and she hadn’t been able to walk away from it. Even now, Maria was loathe to set the toy on the dirty bus floor. Tucking it under her arm, she reached back in to her tote back when the doors suddenly snapped shut behind her.

  Glancing up, she saw an arm reach around the pole to feed cash into the machine. “Oh, that’s not necessary,” she said with a nervous smile. “I do have my wallet.” Did she? Or did she leave it in the shop?

  “It’s fine. It’s not a big deal,” the man said flippantly.

  Not a big deal? Maria felt her chest tighten in anxiety. Straightening, she glared. “Actually, it isn’t fine. I don’t know you, and I can’t accept money from you.”

  The man turned around, and her eyes widened in surprise. It was the gorgeous man from the window. All it took was one sweep of her gaze to tell her everything that she needed to know. There was an expensive gold watch on his wrist, and his suit was obviously tailored to fit his muscular frame. There was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and her lips curled in distaste. Gorgeous. Rich. He had playboy written all over him.

  Unable to trust herself to say anything to him, she nodded curtly and turned to move to the back of the bus. Once she sat down, she could find her money and pay him back. The bus jerked as it started forward, and she immediately stumbled into someone. The stranger pushed her automatically, and she fell back. An arm wrapped around her to steady her, and she turned, she found herself flush against the gorgeous man.

  His hard body rubbed up against her curves, and his hands settled on her lower back. “Suddenly this bus ride just got much more enjoyable,” he said huskily.

  She lifted her chin to tell him to remove his hand, but as soon as she met his sultry gaze, she knew she’d made a mistake. Lowering her eyes to stare at his chest, she took a deep breath. “If I had more space, I’d be able to find my wallet and pay you back.”

  “If you didn’t have such a big bag, you’d probably have a little more space,” he teased.

  Was he judging her? Angry, she tried to move away f
rom him, but the jostle only made the crowd move, and she moved even tighter against him. “Easy,” he said with a hint of a laugh. “I think the more you try to get away from me, the worse things are going to get for you. You don’t have to pay me back.”

  “I’m not a charity case,” she snapped. “I don’t even know you.”

  “Isn’t helping out strangers part of the spirit of Christmas?”

  “Yes, for strangers that need help. I do not need your help,” she stressed.

  “Right,” he drawled. “And if I hadn’t helped you, we’d either still be back there while you searched the abyss that is your bag, or the driver would have kicked you off.”

  “You don’t know that.” Maria cleared her throat. The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, and she fell forward against him. She felt the outline of his erection pressing into her belly. “What the hell is that?” she whispered furiously.

  “Calm down,” he chuckled. “It’s what happens when there is a beautiful woman pressed against me. It doesn’t mean that I plan on doing anything about it.”

  Biting the inside of her cheek, she closed her eyes and tried to will away the sudden onslaught of images that bombarded her. If he moved his hands just a little, he’d be able to slip them under her shirt and caress her naked skin. For as much as she hated his flippant attitude, she couldn’t deny her attraction to him. With his strong jawline, and that thick dark hair, she desperately wanted an excuse to press herself even harder against him.

  Tease him until he actually did decide to do something with his hard cock.

  Suddenly, the bus pulled to a stop, and the doors opened. Glancing up, she realized that she’d actually made it to the airport. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pushed away from him mumbling her thanks and darted from the bus into the cold air. Her need to get away from him outweighed her need to pay him back, and even as she ran from him, she could have sworn she heard him laughing at her.

  2

  “Girl, you are late!” Tessa Danbridge shook her head as Maria ducked into the cockpit. “I’m about to freeze my ass off here. It’s the Middle East for crying out loud. It’s not supposed to get cold here!”

  Maria snorted. “It’s December, Tessa. I told you not to pack those short shorts.”

  The gorgeous blonde shrugged. “What can I say? I’m still trying to land myself a sexy, dark stranger. We should be fueled and ready to take off in the next thirty minutes. There are reports of a storm brewing. I’d ask if you want to wait one more day, but I already know the answer.”

  “Then don’t even bring it up,” Maria muttered. “If we miss our deadlines, the press will crucify us, and all of our donors will pull out.”

  “I know, but you need to relax. We have a little more than a week.” Tessa said with a tight smile. Maria knew that Tessa meant well, but she’d been stressed for the past two months. If she didn’t make it to Syria on time with the toy donations from Christmas Crates, it’d be the last nail in her coffin. She’d started the charity five years ago thanks to a tremendous outpouring of help via Crowd Sourcing, and things had been amazing. Every year, she collected hundreds of thousands of dollars in donations to fly crates of toys, medicine, and necessities to refugee camps all over the world. For three years, everything had gone smoothly, but the last two years things weren’t going so well. Money had gone missing, and the press started spreading rumors that the charity was skimming money from donors.

  Sebastian, her brother, had blamed the missing money on bad investments while trying to garner more attention for the charity, but the rumors continued to fly. So far, everything had gone smoothly this year. Maria needed things to continue to go well. “We’re going to make this flight if it kills us,” she said grimly. “Did you double and triple check the crates?”

  “Well, hello, sexy, dark stranger.”

  “What?” Maria looked up sharply and frowned. Her friend was staring slack-jawed behind her. Whipping her head around, Maria’s eyes widened.

  The gorgeous man from the bus stood at the entrance of the cockpit with that same smirk on his face. “Well, well, well,” he said softly. “It looks like my luck is about to change.”

  “What the hell are you doing on my plane?’ she snapped.

  “Maria!” Tessa gasped with a glare. She put on a charming smile as she refocused on the stranger. “I apologize for her. She doesn’t mean to be rude, but I think you might be lost. This is a private cargo plane. Please, don’t be lost.”

  “I’m not lost.” He gave Tessa his best smile. “It’s also the only plane that’s still planning on taking off in the storm. You’re on your way to Syria, and I need a ride.”

  Maria blinked. “I’m sorry. How do you know my flight plan?”

  “Money talks,” he said easily. His body remained relaxed as he leaned against the frame of the plane. His was far too large for the space, and he seemed to steal all the oxygen. “And, I’m willing to pay.”

  “No,” Maria said instantly.

  “One-hundred-thousand-dollars.”

  Silence settled in the cockpit as his words sunk in. She gaped. “Excuse me?” she squeaked.

  The man smirked. “I’m Sheikh Jarik Shadid. I’m second in line for the crown, and I am desperate to leave the country as soon as possible. You wouldn’t turn me down, would you?”

  Maria narrowed her eyes. “I don’t care who you are, I won’t let you bully us into doing your bidding.”

  “Not even for the size of the donation I’m offering?” he asked quietly.

  Maria rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Ms. Walken, I assure you that I am not.”

  He knew her name? She really needed to have a talk with airport security. “Mr. Shadid….”

  “Sheikh Shadid,” he reminded her. The interruption only made her narrow her eyes even more.

  “Jarik,” she said emphatically. A flicker of annoyance passed across his eyes, and she couldn’t help but mentally pump her fist in victory. “This is not a passenger plane. I have cargo that needs to make it to Syria on time.”

  “I’m aware of that. I’m also aware that you have two seats still empty on the plane, and I will not keep you from meeting your goals. Your little charity is admirable, and I’m sure you could do quite a bit with the money that I’m offering you.”

  She couldn’t argue with his logic, but she wasn’t going to let him get his way that easily. “You’re so used to having your way,” Maria muttered. Angrily, she glanced at the window and saw that they were about to fuel the plane. “You toss money at a problem and expect it to go away. You don’t actually work toward anything, do you?”

  Tessa cleared her throat, but she ignored her. Jarik raised an eyebrow. “I find it hard to believe that you’d have work for me to do during the flight. As you’ve said, this is not a passenger plane.”

  “Double the money, and you work for me when we land. You volunteer in the camp, help me unload the cargo, and you have yourself a deal.”

  Jarik cocked his head as he stared at her. “I have an appointment in Lebanon. Outside of that, I’m all yours.”

  “Really?” She cringed inwardly at her squeak of a response.

  “You’re not giving me much of a choice, are you?” A small smile played on his face. “It might be fun.”

  “Don’t get any ideas,” she snapped. “I’m going to do a final systems’ check. Make yourself comfortable, Sheikh. I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough ride for you.”

  With a satisfied smile on her face, she winked at Tessa and settled in the pilot’s seat. Putting on her headset, she started to do the final check for all her instruments. “This is Flight 237 requesting permission to take-off.”

  “Flight 237, there is a snow storm brewing fifty miles into your flight. Air control recommends that you stay grounded.”

  “Not happening, boys.”

  There was a chuckle on the other side of the headset. “All right, Flight 237. You’re cleared for takeoff.”
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  Settling back in her seat, she gripped the control wheel and relaxed. Soon she’d be up in the air, flying high above the evils on the ground below. It was one of the few times that she ever felt at peace. Maybe she’d even forget the gorgeous man who’d just hijacked her plane with money and a dazzling smile.

  Jarik listened to the women chat up front, and as much as he wanted to learn more about the beautiful pilot, his mind was whirling.

  Sheikh Jabreel, the crowned Sheikh of Al-Harmid and his father, would throw a fit if he knew what Jarik had just done. Even his older brother, Kashif, wouldn’t be pleased, but Kivi was his responsibility. They had to at least understand that.

  It was easy enough to get away undetected. This time of the year, the three brothers tended to go their separate ways. Samir, the youngest, was on his way to party through Europe. The rake of Al-Harmid had a reputation to uphold. Kashif was on his way to America to compete in some ridiculous dog-sledding race, and Jarik had simply told his father that he needed some time away.

  He could envision Kashif, his non-nonsense brother, accusing him of tilting at windmills telling him to save the outlandish behavior for their younger brother, Samir.

  But, he really did need to be in Lebanon, and if his brothers found out, it would have started a fight between them. While that may have been fine as teens, this was too important. Besides, it’s not as if they had any sort of vested interest in his plans; other than it taking him away during the holidays, which didn’t bother him in the slightest.

  He briefly thought about his mother. She was the glue that kept everyone together and with her gone, the brothers quickly drifted apart. What used to be a joyous time of the year was now an easy excuse to be away from each other.