The Sheikh's Contract Fiancee (Almasi Sheikhs 1)

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Annabelle checked her desk clock for the hundredth time in the past half hour. She’d been waiting for four o’clock since approximately eight a.m. And after piles of paperwork, frustrating colleagues, and a bevy of small emergencies in her department, she was ready for a big, overflowing glass of red wine and Netflix.

If only four o’clock would get here.

A light rap on her door made her tense up. Could it possibly be another crisis requiring her attention? She sighed, rubbing at her forehead. “Who is it?”

The door to her office creaked open, and her best friend Marian poked her head in, her half-grimace/half-smile telling her bad news was coming. “Hey. I need you for a sec.”

Annabelle sent her a flat look. “For what? I’m so close to finishing. Is it urgent?”

“Yeah.” Marian nibbled on her bottom lip, her brown eyes big. “Your dad wants to see you.”

Annabelle deflated. It was no secret she was the company owner’s daughter, but the number of times they ever saw or spoke to each other could be counted on one hand in a good year. And it wasn’t like he’d ever showed her any favoritism. Her belly knotted. “What does he need?”

Marian shook her head. “He didn’t say. But he told me you should come now.” She sighed. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not trying to ruin your day.”

Annabelle let the frown slide off her face. “I know. I’m just so damn ready to go home.” She pushed back from her desk, adjusting her pencil skirt as her heels clicked irritatedly across the wood floor of her office. The tight sleeves of her ruffled top cinched at her arms, begging her to tear it all off and throw it onto the floor then easing onto her overstuffed couch. Soon. The weekend will be yours. It would be her first totally stress-and-obligation-free weekend in too long. No work trips, no late Friday night, no upcoming Monday to fret over because of her mother’s doctor’s appointment.

The weekend was clear.

And damnit, she was going to capitalize on it with a big-girl bottle of wine and her vibrator.

The two friends left her office, heading briskly down the hallway toward the elevators. Marian pressed the up button, nudging Annabelle with her elbow. “Loosen up a little. It’s just your dad.”

Annabelle opened her mouth to protest, but realized her entire body was tense. Seeing her father did that to her. Even just the thought of it. “Ugh, you’re right. You know me too well.”

“Just consider it part of my job.” Marian winked at her. “Both as your father’s executive assistant and as your best friend.”

Annabelle laughed, and the pair stepped into the elevator once the doors opened fully. “I never get a good feeling when he calls me into his office. It’s usually bad news.”

“Not last time,” Marian pointed out. “You got the raise.”

“Yeah, well, the raise might as well have been a demotion.” Annabelle glumly poked the button for two floors above them. “With how much my mom’s been in the hospital recently, I can barely make ends meet.”

Marian tsked, her dark ringlets bouncing slightly as she looked up at her. “You can ask him for another one, you know. He’ll give it to you.”

Annabelle swallowed a knot in her throat. If only it were that easy. “You know I’ll never do that.” She depended on the man enough as it was. Being his spawn was one point against her; relying on him for a job was another ten points. If she’d had any other remotely competitive offers out of college, she might have had a chance to truly break free of his control.

But now, under the roof of his own behemoth mining corporation, her only safe bet was to do her job and keep her head down.

Marian tapped her finger against the folders in her arms as the elevator dinged at the top floor. “I can try to put a bug in his ear, then.”

“Don’t.” Annabelle grabbed her friend’s wrist after they stepped out into the hallway. “If he even gets a whiff that I need more money from him…” She didn’t bother finishing the sentence. She couldn’t imagine what sort of condescending requir

ements he’d trap her in. Asking for more—for anything—from him was best avoided.

“I’m just saying, I could make it…I don’t know…offhand, or something.” Marian shrugged, her voice lowering as they turned into the hallway leading to the office. “I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to, I just…”

“I appreciate the offer,” Annabelle said, squeezing her friend’s arm. “But I have to find a different way. I can’t ever ask.” Her pride wouldn’t allow it. Not after everything she’d weathered as his only child.

Marian nodded, reaching out for the doorknob to the office. She pushed the door open and offered her a smile. “See you later.”

Annabelle strode into her father’s office, straightening her back, keeping her ruby lips in a thin line. Her father looked up from his computer when the clicking of her heels sounded through the office.

“Hello, Mr. Thomas.” She stopped in front of the seats facing his desk, clasping her hands behind her back. She hadn’t called him Dad since she was ten. “You wanted to see me?”

He glanced up at her and then buried himself in his computer screen again. He grunted slightly, fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the keyboard. “Sit down.”

She gritted her teeth, steeling herself to disobey him. “I’m fine where I am.”

“Sit.”

She gnawed at the inside of her lip for a moment, then perched on the edge of the chair. “Now, what is this about?”

“You never could just do what I ask, could you?” Her father’s voice dripped with condescension. He shook his head, not breaking his rhythm on the keyboard. “I have a new assignment for you. One that I hope you’ll accept.”

She cleared her throat, excuses already swirling around in her head. Like hell she’d take his direction. “To be frank, I’m swamped. I can barely keep up with the workload as it is—another assignment would—”

“This is why I told you to sit.” His voice cut through her, sharp and swift, and she slid onto the soft cushion of the seat. His dark brown eyes were hard but familiar, some vestige of nostalgia in there. “I have an offer, and I want you to hear me out.”

She nodded, pursing her lips. “Go on.”

He sighed, long and raggedly. “As you know, my health has not been…the best.” He cleared his throat. “In fact, I’m feeling inclined to arrange some of my affairs, if you will. I don’t want to take any chances with this business. I want to protect it, in any way possible. And it seems to me the best way to do that will be to merge with another company.”

Annabelle’s eyebrows shot up. “Merge? With…who?”

“There’s an interested company, one that will complement our existing structure nicely. The deal has been set in motion…all that remains is for my liaison to sign.”

She nodded. “Okay. How do I fit in?”

Her father paused, his eyes softening. “I want you to be my liaison.”