The Prince and the Working Woman (Desert Prince Book 1) by Kat Attalla Page B
Authors: Kat Attalla
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now?"
"As soon as they ring me up." Thankfully he did not try to pay but a nervous twitch of the lip said he wanted to.
They left the store under collective sighs of relief and hushed conversation. She did not need to speak the language to know the speculation centered on her. They walked down the now bustling street. Hamid moved with the swagger of a man who knew he was being watched but didn't care. How did he ignore the scrutiny? Those fairytales from childhood didn't come close to the reality of royal life.
At a cross street she bent down to fix a loose strap of her sandal. Her pulse quickened. She had a great view of his amazing ass-ets encased in denim. Every time she saw him he looked different. He was a man of many facets. Who was he today?
Minutes later they reached the entrance to the Gulf Point complex. As they waited for the elevator, the boab spoke with Hamid but kept shooting glances at her.
"What’s up?"
He shook his head. "You asked him about empty flats in the complex today."
"Yes. Was that wrong?"
"There is a two bedroom unit on the sixth floor that just became available and another across the courtyard will be free next month."
"When can I see them?" she asked with bubbling enthusiasm. She had heard from one of the shoppers this morning that vacancies went quickly in this area.
“When we get back."
Mandy hid her disappointment and reset her priorities. She was here to open the center and run it. Her living arrangements and social life were secondary. He took time from his day to make these appointments. "All right."
The elevator pinged. They entered. As the doors closed Hamid called out to the boab in deliberate English, "She will take the flat on the sixth floor. Make sure they hold it."
For a moment she stared. The words sunk in. She got the apartment. Waves of excitement raced through her body. She hit the stop button, pushed Hamid up against the wall and threw her arms around his neck. Her body molded to his. Hard muscles brushed against her breasts, his thighs and a particularly solid, throbbing organ pressed along her belly. A deep sign escaped her lips as she met his warm mouth. This definitely beat the stainless steel appliances for turning her on. Damn, she wanted him to take her right there.
He grasped her waist and returned the kiss with a hunger that matched her own. She was not an exhibitionist but he could turn her into one. Her small plastic bag slipped through her fingers. The sound of the items hitting the floor invaded her lust-addled brain. The man’s touch made her forget everything, including her menstrual cramps. Talk about poor timing. She pushed off him, straightened her clothes and restarted the lift.
He burst out in hearty laughter. "And I thought I was going to catch hell because I made a decision without asking you first."
She really needed to master the art of self-control. “Not this time. But I have faith you will do something to annoy me before the end of the day.”
* * * *
Mandy blessed the foresight that had her dress in American grunge. Walking around the large compounds, some in various states of construction was a dusty, dirty project. And she loved it. Hamid did not offer even one suggestion. He only translated when needed but left all the questions and concerns to her. Was it a test? If so she felt she passed.
The neighborhood of Embassy Row consisted of mostly Mediterranean style estates. Tall stucco walls covered in blooming vines, gave privacy from the street. Inside, large gardens would serve as a beautiful outdoor café and lounge area. She had narrowed her choice down to two and still got no input from her boss. Except to remind her that she worked for the kingdom and not him.
In the end, she went for the only compound that did not have a pool. She didn’t want to compete with the private sports clubs in the country. Her mission to offer information, education and support to transferees, needed to encourage them to
"As soon as they ring me up." Thankfully he did not try to pay but a nervous twitch of the lip said he wanted to.
They left the store under collective sighs of relief and hushed conversation. She did not need to speak the language to know the speculation centered on her. They walked down the now bustling street. Hamid moved with the swagger of a man who knew he was being watched but didn't care. How did he ignore the scrutiny? Those fairytales from childhood didn't come close to the reality of royal life.
At a cross street she bent down to fix a loose strap of her sandal. Her pulse quickened. She had a great view of his amazing ass-ets encased in denim. Every time she saw him he looked different. He was a man of many facets. Who was he today?
Minutes later they reached the entrance to the Gulf Point complex. As they waited for the elevator, the boab spoke with Hamid but kept shooting glances at her.
"What’s up?"
He shook his head. "You asked him about empty flats in the complex today."
"Yes. Was that wrong?"
"There is a two bedroom unit on the sixth floor that just became available and another across the courtyard will be free next month."
"When can I see them?" she asked with bubbling enthusiasm. She had heard from one of the shoppers this morning that vacancies went quickly in this area.
“When we get back."
Mandy hid her disappointment and reset her priorities. She was here to open the center and run it. Her living arrangements and social life were secondary. He took time from his day to make these appointments. "All right."
The elevator pinged. They entered. As the doors closed Hamid called out to the boab in deliberate English, "She will take the flat on the sixth floor. Make sure they hold it."
For a moment she stared. The words sunk in. She got the apartment. Waves of excitement raced through her body. She hit the stop button, pushed Hamid up against the wall and threw her arms around his neck. Her body molded to his. Hard muscles brushed against her breasts, his thighs and a particularly solid, throbbing organ pressed along her belly. A deep sign escaped her lips as she met his warm mouth. This definitely beat the stainless steel appliances for turning her on. Damn, she wanted him to take her right there.
He grasped her waist and returned the kiss with a hunger that matched her own. She was not an exhibitionist but he could turn her into one. Her small plastic bag slipped through her fingers. The sound of the items hitting the floor invaded her lust-addled brain. The man’s touch made her forget everything, including her menstrual cramps. Talk about poor timing. She pushed off him, straightened her clothes and restarted the lift.
He burst out in hearty laughter. "And I thought I was going to catch hell because I made a decision without asking you first."
She really needed to master the art of self-control. “Not this time. But I have faith you will do something to annoy me before the end of the day.”
* * * *
Mandy blessed the foresight that had her dress in American grunge. Walking around the large compounds, some in various states of construction was a dusty, dirty project. And she loved it. Hamid did not offer even one suggestion. He only translated when needed but left all the questions and concerns to her. Was it a test? If so she felt she passed.
The neighborhood of Embassy Row consisted of mostly Mediterranean style estates. Tall stucco walls covered in blooming vines, gave privacy from the street. Inside, large gardens would serve as a beautiful outdoor café and lounge area. She had narrowed her choice down to two and still got no input from her boss. Except to remind her that she worked for the kingdom and not him.
In the end, she went for the only compound that did not have a pool. She didn’t want to compete with the private sports clubs in the country. Her mission to offer information, education and support to transferees, needed to encourage them to
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