Hired To Wear The Sheikh's Ring. Rachael Thomas

      ‘First of all I want a payment up front. Today.’ She looked at him, as if waiting for his objection, but he merely sat and studied her. ‘I want a quarter of a million pounds in my account before the end of the day and a second payment the day we marry.’

      Was that all? He’d planned on offering her much more than that. ‘Consider that done. Anything else?’

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      Tiffany looked at Jafar, at the handsome and very regal figure he cut sitting opposite her. Had he really agreed to that amount of money without so much as a flicker of a reaction? Was he that used to buying everything he needed he didn’t care what it cost?

      She still couldn’t believe that by her simply agreeing to stand beside this man and become his wife, all Bethany’s problems would be over. It was almost too good to be true. The saying of looking a gift horse in the mouth drifted through her mind as she looked at the firm line of his full lips. Was it really going to be this easy to help her sister and secure a future for her niece, Kelly?

      ‘I will need to continue my business.’ His frown slashed her confidence and her words stalled.

      ‘You have other bridesmaid contracts such as yesterday’s?’

      She hadn’t taken any bookings for the next six weeks because Kelly was about to finish nursery school for summer holidays. It was her chance to give Bethany a break and really be there for Kelly as she prepared to start big girl school in September. It was also a reminder that being an aunt could well be the closest she’d ever come to being a mother herself, with her dreams of finding true love and a happy marriage sabotaged by this man’s deal. She would put aside her dream for her sister and niece because she could never be happy knowing she’d walked away from the only chance to sort things out for them.

      ‘The next wedding is booked for early September and I will need to visit the bride between now and then.’

      ‘You will remain in Shamsumara for the full three months specified unless I accompany you.’ The harshness of his tone shouldn’t have surprised her, but it did. She was helping him out as much as he was helping her. Maybe it was time to remind him of that.

      ‘In that case you will have to do exactly that.’

      ‘No, that is out of the question.’

      She pushed her chair back and stood up, slowly and full of poise and dignity. ‘In that case, Mr Al-Shehri, we will not be able to strike a deal.’ She was calling his bluff and he damn well knew it, but she didn’t care. This was her stand. If he’d managed to find out all about Bethany’s financial situation, then he knew just how desperate she was, but there was no way she would ever act it in front of him.

      ‘I don’t think for one minute you intend to walk away from this deal.’ The vibrancy of his eyes pierced into her, dragging her secrets from the depths she’d hidden them. ‘And while I do applaud your honour to your business commitments I insist you stay in Shamsumara for three months. My cousin must see our marriage as real if it is to achieve its objective.’

      ‘And what does that mean?’ Irrational anger bubbled away within her like a hot spring. ‘I can’t continue my business? That I can’t return to England and make arrangements for my client?’

      ‘It means that you can continue with your business but I would prefer you to remain in Shamsumara. How many other weddings do you have to attend to?’ There was a brittle harshness in his tone, which only served to anger her further.

      ‘There are others in later months, but our three-month deal will be over by then and no concern of yours.’ His brows rose at her tone and that sexy hint of a smile made her tummy somersault and to hide her embarrassment she sat back down, wondering if Bethany could stand in for her and visit her client.

      ‘As it is just the one client, then I am happy to support that.’ There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and she wondered if he was toying with her, but now was not the time to test it out. She needed that incredible sum of money he was prepared to pay if she was going to secure Bethany’s and Kelly’s future, keep a roof over their heads. She’d even be able to set herself up once this bizarre marriage was over and three months wasn’t that long.

      ‘In that case, Mr Al-Shehri, we have a deal.’ She stood up and put her hand out to shake on the deal. He stood and looked down at her, then finally took her hand in his, but not in the way she’d expected. He held her fingertips and lifted her hand to his lips, his gaze locked on hers all the time, and then kissed the backs of her fingers.

      The spark of fire that kiss evoked rushed up her arm, making her heart flutter as if she were a teenager. Shyness crept over her and she lowered her lashes, blocking out the intensity of his eyes.

      ‘I will send my car for you next Friday.’ If she didn’t know any better she’d say that the moment had affected him too, his voice was more of a hoarse whisper, but surely not. A playboy sheikh who had the pick of all the glamorous women he wanted would never be affected by a woman like her. Did he have any idea just how inexperienced she was with such things? ‘Is that sufficient time for you to put things in order?’

      Put things in order. Could that ever really be achieved? At least the payment he’d agreed on would take away the threat of repossession for her sister.

      ‘Yes, perfectly sufficient,’ she said, keeping her voice brisk and businesslike, trying not to think of the implications of accepting his proposal. After all, it wasn’t a real proposal and certainly wouldn’t be a real marriage.

      ‘Good, then it is settled. You will accompany me to Paris, where we shall make it obvious to anyone who sees us that we are not only a couple in love, but engaged to be married.’ His bold confidence almost knocked hers, but she held her ground, kept her composure.

      ‘If arranged marriages are acceptable in your country, why do we need to do that?’

      ‘Because this is not a conventional arrangement and I do not wish to give anyone, least of all my cousin, the chance to challenge it. We will act out our engagement in Paris for one week. In private I will instruct you on all you need to know and provide you with everything necessary for your role. After that we will travel to Shamsumara and arrive in time for the feast of Shams—and our wedding ceremony.’

      ‘So soon?’ The hesitation in her voice brought his scrutiny to her once more.

      ‘I trust you are not getting cold feet?’

      ‘Absolutely not. This is a deal that will enable us both to get what we want and for my sister and her daughter I will go to Paris with you, then to your country to become your wife.’