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The Sultan's Bed. Laura Wright
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Автор произведения Laura Wright
Жанр Современные любовные романы
Издательство HarperCollins
Adair’s eyes went wide. “Your— Sir, I do not think…”
“It is done,” Zayad said swiftly.
“Excuse me?” Mariah fairly sputtered.
Zayad continued speaking to Adair. “I live next door. I will cook for her, bathe her—”
“Are you certain that is wise, sir?”
“I am.” His answer was firm, unmovable, and the doctor nodded.
“Excuse me.” Mariah actually sat up, her anger evident in those beautiful tiger’s eyes and irritated tone. “First of all, I’m not a girl. And second of all, there’ll be no bathing by anyone other than me.”
Zayad began, “I was merely suggesting that I remain on hand to assist—”
“I don’t need any extra hands,” she uttered through pain.
“I am afraid you do, Miss Kennedy.” The doctor eased a brown brace that resembled a boot over her foot and ankle and set the Velcro straps in place. “As I said, you must remain in bed, off that ankle for at least two days. If Mr. Fandal does not help, who will?”
She opened her mouth, then promptly shut it. What a question. And one that made her feel like a gigantic loser. Seriously, Jane was gone and Mariah couldn’t ask her to come home—not with that kind of money at stake.
Mariah frowned, winced. Her ankle hurt. Dammit! There really was no one who could come to her rescue. Except…she lifted her lids, found his black gaze, and her belly softened and warmed.
“Why in the world would you want to do this?” she asked him. “You hardly know me.”
Zayad sat beside her on the bed. Behind him Dr. Adolescence discreetly left the room.
“Have you never felt compelled to help a stranger in need, Mariah?” he asked.
Every day of her life since she’d climbed out of the depression-coma her ex had sent her reeling into after he’d not only cheated on her with his fitness instructor but also had announced he wanted to marry the woman. From that day on she’d felt compelled to help others in similar situations—hopeless and alone and without much in the way of funds. She’d gone back to school, passed the bar with flying colors and opened up her own practice a few months later.
She dropped back against the pillows and sighed. “After our conversation tonight in the yard, I think you know I fight for the underdog. And I bet you can also guess that it’s become a passion of mine.”
A passion Mariah had hoped would help her heal a little with each case she took and won. Sad thing was, she didn’t think she had healed all that much.
“I will see the doctor to the door,” Zayad told her. “And when I return, we will talk about dinner, yes?”
“Listen,” she said as he stood up. “I’m sorry if this seems ungrateful, because I really do appreciate what you’re trying to do—”
“But?”
“But I don’t trust you.”
“I understand.”
She lifted herself up on her elbows. “You do?”
“It is your nature.”
“It’s my past,” she corrected.
He nodded.
She said, “You’re clearly after something here, and I don’t know if it’s me or Jane or if it’s a way of repenting for some horrible sin you’ve committed, but know this—I’ll be watching you like a hawk.”
Sensuality fairly dripped from his smile. “I would expect nothing less from you, Mariah.”
She swallowed thickly. “Good.”
“Incidentally, the only sin I cannot seem to shake is continually wanting the one thing I definitely should not have.” His grin widened as his gaze flickered to the white towel she held firmly to her breasts. “But I will never repent.”
Lust ripped through Mariah’s core at his words. The pain in her ankle was nothing to it.
She watched him walk out her bedroom door, leaving an aura of irrepressible and highly erotic male in his wake. For the past four years she’d often wondered if she might be dead from the waist down. But now she knew the truth. She was alive and well and tingling and hot and she wanted to feel a man on her skin again.
But not just any man.
She closed her eyes and inhaled.
That man.
And the knowledge scared her to death.
Five
“You have done what?”
Standing at the kitchen counter, a can of soup in his hand, a cell phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, Zayad tried to explain to his brother the realities of this strange situation he had found himself in tonight. “I have agreed to care for our sister’s roommate until she is back on her feet.”
Sakir snorted. “This is madness. You know nothing about care. You cannot cook, clean, make small talk. She will see through you in an instant.”
“Perhaps, but she has little choice in the matter. She has no other help. Her family is deceased, her friend is gone and…she has no man.”
“No man?” Sakir said all too slowly, a reminder that he still lived most of the year in Texas. “You say this as though it pleases you.”
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