The Sheikh's Pregnant Bride (The Jawhara Sheikhs 1)

Shira nodded, a dreamy look in her eyes, “Erin, I don’t know what it is about him, but he’s not like any other guy I’ve ever dated.”

“I’m happy for you.”

“S

o, about you and Kam…”

“There is no me and Kam. Goodness, I just met him last night,” Erin informed her, trying to sound offended.

“I know, but didn’t you think he was gorgeous.”

“I will admit that he isn’t hard on the eyes. And he’s very smart.”

“You liked him.”

I more than like him. I’ve never become so emotionally involved with someone so fast. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t mind seeing him again.”

“I knew it!” Shira said, jumping up and giving Erin a big hug. “Hey! I’ve gotta run. I promised to meet some of the gals from the office. We’re going shopping for clothes to wear in the middle of the desert.”

“Go.” Erin shooed her. Laughing as she watched her little cousin scamper towards her room. Her thoughts briefly turned to the night before, the unspeakable passion and connection she had shared with Kam. A Sheik? She couldn’t wait to hear from him again.

Chapter 8

“Uh, Erin. You should probably come look at this,” called Shira the next morning.

“What? If I don’t hurry up I’m going to be so late for work.”

Shira watched Erin as she exited her room and made her way towards the front door. “What is it?”

Erin was greeted by one of Kam’s bodyguards, standing in front of her door, facing the street. “Excuse me?”

The bodyguard turned his head before turning to address her, “Yes. Are you ready for work?”

“What does my being ready for work have to do with you standing outside my home?”

“His Majesty has commanded it. When you are ready, I will accompany you to your work. The driver is ready whenever you are.”

“Driver?” Erin asked, peering around him to see the black town car sitting in front of her condo. “What is that?”

“A gift?”

“Gift? Maybe we aren’t communicating here, but a gift is a new shirt, or a maybe a new toaster. Gifts do not include town cars.” Erin was sure there was some mistake. “You do know that Kam already left?”

“Of course. He ordered your protection and comfort. His Majesty has deemed the subway too dangerous. You will use the driver from now on.”

Erin was outraged. Who did this guy think he was? And how dare Kam order this man to follow her around. She didn’t need protection, but he might when she saw him the next time. Taking a deep breath, she asked, “Please tell Kam that I appreciate the gesture, but I am perfectly fine using the Metro, and your services are not needed. You may return to Jawhara immediately.”

When the guard just glared at her, she placed her hands upon her hips, “Did you hear me?”

“You will address him as His Majesty. You will not take the subway and I am not going anywhere.”

Erin opened her mouth, astonished that this man was going to argue with her. “Get him on the phone. Now!”

The guard pulled a cell phone from his pocket. After speaking quickly in Arabic into the phone, he handed it to her with a smirk upon his face, “His Majesty would like a word.”

“I just bet he would,” Erin announced, taking the phone and placing it to her ear. “Kam?”

“Habibti, I understand you do not like the car which has been provided for you. Do you wish a different color?”