Sheikh's Command (3 page)

“Of course,” he said instantly. Later that night, he would wonder at his eagerness, at the complete lack of doubt he had when she asked him that question.

“Tonight,” she said, and she named a café that was halfway across the city.

“I can be there in an hour,” he said, already moving towards his car. “Only, Olivia, are you safe?”

Her response was a laugh that was a little wild. It sent shivers up his spine. His mother would have said that it was a premonition of change. Things were shifting around him, and there was no way to tell where they would end up.

“I want to be,” she said, and she hung up.

***

Olivia had never been a woman who wanted frilly, lacy things. She had always thought that they were foolish, a waste of time and energy. Now, though, as she was getting ready to go to meet the man she had met that afternoon—the sheikh!—she felt a deep despair coming over her.

She rummaged through her scanty closet, dismissing outfit after outfit. Finally, she came up with a simple black dress, one that she had purchased from a used clothes vendor in the bazaar. It was long, falling almost to the tops of her feet, but the neckline was cut daringly low. Olivia had bought it with some hope of using it in audition videos, but the neckline had proved too revealing for that purpose. It was, however, perfect for tonight.

When she put on the dress, she hesitated over her makeup. Her hands were trembling as she applied the stuff. It felt foreign on her face, and when she looked into the mirror, her eyes looked too large and dark, her mouth looked too red.

Olivia glanced at the clock. She had to leave now. There was no time, and the way she looked would have to do, no matter how unskilled it was.

When she made her way through the apartment, her mother looked at her from the table, an expression of pure contempt on her face.

“Well, look at you. Heading out for a hot date while your brother's in trouble?”

The woman she was the day before would have shrank away. However, this version of herself, the one with a goal and a cause, only gave her mother a withering look. She didn't have time to correct the woman's misunderstanding. All she could think about was her meeting.

It was astonishing how things could change. Just a few hours ago, all she could think about was progressing on to the orchestra and escaping her life in Zahar. Now, all that mattered was that she'd be able to save her brother.

Are you ready?
Olivia asked herself.
Are you sure?

The answer to both questions was no, but she had to move forward anyway.

The café where she had decided to meet Makeen was one with an antique charm. It was one of her favorite places in Zahar, and not only because it was open all night with free coffee refills. It took over two floors in an old house, and there were plenty of nooks and corners where two people could have a private conversation. It had served as her refuge from her family.

She entered the café, surprised to see that Makeen had beaten her there. He received two cups of tea from the woman at the counter, who shot Olivia a curious look. Olivia ignored her. She only had eyes for the man in front of her.

“You came,” she said in relief, and he inclined his head.

“I gave you my number for a reason, but I never guessed that you would use it so quickly,” he said. “You look shaky, come and sit down.”

He was right, and when they were tucked into a private corner of the tea house, she felt herself start to shake.

“Here, hold on to this.”

She felt better wrapping her hands around the hot tea mug. He waited patiently for her to calm down a little, sipping his own tea and watching her over the edge of the mug.

“Thank you for coming,” she said softly. “I … I didn't know what I was going to do.”

“Are you in trouble?” he asked. “Is that why you asked what I was?”

She bit her lip. “I'm not in trouble, no, but someone very important to me is.”

His expression flickered. “Someone important to you?”

“My brother David,” she said softly. “He's … he's the most important person in the world to me. He's always been my protector, my rock, even when things were going poorly. He's in trouble.”

Suddenly, it was as if she were seated across from a stranger. His face was cold, and he looked at her as if she were a specimen underneath a microscope.

“And he was taken today—by the police.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “How could you know?”

“Because my people have been targeting a crime ring of car thieves that have been operating in my country. A sting operation took down the organization today, and we netted many foreigners, Americans among them.”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes wide. “You have my brother.”

“And he will pay for his crimes,” Makeen said, his voice ice cold, and Olivia fought to keep herself from crying.

“No, please,” she said, aware that she was begging. “He is not a criminal. He … he was swept up in bad company, he doesn't …”

“He doesn't know any better?” Makeen mocked. “Olivia, you are young but surely you are not naïve. If he was caught today, that means that he was knowingly and willingly breaking the law.”

“Even if it was to save his family?” she asked challengingly. “Even if it was to protect me?”

His gaze flickered at that, but there was something there that gave her hope.

“Please, I am asking you to have mercy,” she said, her voice shaking. “He's just … he's just one man. Surely you can let him go. Surely there are others that are worth more than him.”

When Makeen was slow to answer, Olivia bit her lip. She had no money to bribe this man. She had nothing, except …

“I … I'll do whatever you want,” she said softly. “That is how much he means to me. I'll give you whatever you like …”

Makeen thrust himself back from the table as if he had found something disgusting in his tea. The contemptuous, incredulous look on his face made her heart sink. She knew that her cheeks were bright with embarrassment, but she forced herself to keep going.

“Please, Makeen, I swear, I will do anything …”

“Do you even know what you are offering?” he asked, his voice cutting. “When you look like you are barely out of school?”

“I'm twenty-four,” she responded defiantly. “I'm old enough to decide what I want to do.”

Makeen's dark eyes glittered like those of some kind of predator that hunted only in the dead of night. When she had met him, she had thought him to be kind. Now she saw the other side of him, the one that could easily destroy something that displeased him. This was the man who held the power of life and death over her brother, and she knew that David's life hung by a thread.

“I really don't think you know what you are offering,” he said, his voice low and almost silky with menace. “I think that you are a foolish child.”

Olivia could feel her heart beat faster, this time with rage as well as with embarrassment. She wasn't a child, and now she had to prove it to him. She thought about arguing further, but that had gotten her nowhere. Instead, the time had come to take action.

Makeen looked startled when she stood. Perhaps he thought she would flee in humiliation and never return, but that only meant that he did not know her so well. She was a woman who was intent on making her way in the world, and her soul was full of steel.

She set her hands on his shoulders to hold him still, and then her lips came down on his. It was a desperate gamble. He might have decided that he was disgusted with her display, storming off in distaste, but she had seen the way his eyes flickered at her form in the black dress.

For a moment, Makeen was utterly still, and then his hands came up around her hips, dragging her onto his lap. She nearly struggled, but Olivia reminded herself that this was precisely what she had wanted to happen, and gave herself to the kiss.

For a moment, he simply let her kiss him, but she could feel the shift when he began to respond. His hands tightened on her body, and his mouth slanted harder on hers. His tongue started teasing her lips, opening them so he could taste her mouth.

Olivia had kissed men before, but never a man like Makeen. She had never been with a man whose power and passion touched something deep inside her and who could draw forth a powerful response from her merely with his mouth. Without willing it, her body pressed closer to his, and she tilted her head so that he could kiss her precisely as he liked. She lost herself in the moment. She knew that she was kissing him for a reason, but as the pleasure took her over, she forgot that they were kissing for any reason except to be kissing.

Olivia gasped when he pulled away. She stared as he stood, dumping her rudely out of his lap. She might have fallen to the floor if he had not caught her and set her right. For a moment, he looked completely furious, but then he covered it.

Makeen pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to her. “Here, wipe whatever it is you have on your face off,” he said. “It's terrible on you.”

She took the handkerchief, but instead of using it, she only stared at him. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice shaken. It could have been because she was worried about what he might do, but it was more than that. She had never been kissed the way he had kissed her. She had never felt her body rise up and cry out with desire that had been briefly granted and then taken away.

He glared at her, making her shrink back for a moment. In that moment, she knew what a rabbit must feel when a wolf appeared out of the night.

“I am going to make a few calls. I will come back in here in precisely an hour. I will tell you what I can do. After that, if you want me to do it, you will be ready to leave with me for a month. After that, for a month, you have no rights except those that I give you. You will go where I say, eat what I tell you to, wear what I give you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, and unexpectedly, his face softened.

“My name is Makeen,” he said quietly. “Call me that instead.”

“Yes, Makeen,” Olivia whispered, and if he did not smile, at least he did not scowl.

He strode off, already speaking on his phone.

Olivia stared after him for a moment, and then made her own way to the door. She didn't have much to pack, but there were explanations to make to her family, even if they wouldn't care all that much.

When she got up to the apartment, she found the letter from Johannesburg waiting where she had seen it.

Olivia opened it with shaking fingers, and then her eyes blurred with tears as she read the words she had wanted to see most.

…
pleased to offer you a seat in the reserve orchestra … a step in moving your professional career forward … greatly looking forward to adding your talents to our reserves …
be in Johannesburg in one week …

There was nothing to be done for it. She shook as she threw the letter into the wastebasket. She needed David safe more than she wanted that seat in the reserve orchestra in Johannesburg. She felt as if there was a large weight weighing down her shoulders, and she would have to live with it forever.

Then, for some reason, she found herself thinking of Makeen, his lean hands, his dark eyes. For some reason, the weight lifted, and she was able to go pack. It felt as if one phase of her life was ending and another just starting, but she had no idea what it meant.

CHAPTER FOUR

Makeen found himself hoping that Olivia would not appear. Despite her insolence and her bravado, there was something truly afraid in her eyes when she looked at him. It was, after all, no small thing that she was asking of him, which he discovered when he ended up talking with the investigators on the case.

David Majors was a petty criminal, one who had gotten in well over his head. He had some small skill with cars, and those higher up in the organization had started using him for some of their more intricate car thefts. He was poised to move up when the sting happened, and when it came to prosecution, the attorneys were intent on going for the most charges they could bring against him.

The head investigator had chafed a little when Makeen ordered him to be freed, but he hadn't fought much. It pained Makeen to anger the man after such a successful operation, but when he hesitated, all he could see were Olivia's heartbroken copper eyes.

The thought brought up a strange mix of fury and pity in him that he didn't want to examine too closely. On one hand, the girl was out of line. Her brother was a criminal, and if she thought that she could win him free with nothing more than the promise of her body, she might be no better.

But then … then he thought of her eyes as she faced down that police officer. Frightened, defiant, and in some sad way, resigned to her place in the world. She was a genius with her violin, and there was a curious beauty to her that he had never seen before.

At the end of it, he could not bring her more pain, more sorrow.

“Bring him to the holding cell,” he said finally. “Release him on my word. That's an order.”

And in the end, because he was the Sheikh, and because he had been working with the sting operation from the beginning, they agreed.

At the stroke of the hour, he was back in the café, wondering if Olivia would show up. Before he could even start to doubt her, however, she appeared. She had changed out of that ridiculous dress into a black T-shirt and jeans and had scrubbed the makeup off her face. She had a backpack slung over her shoulder and her ancient violin case in her hand, and there was a determined look on her pale, pretty face.

For a moment, Makeen wanted to tell her that everything was all right, that things would be fine. Instead, he only nodded when he saw her, turning his phone on.

“All right, Akeem, let him go.”

Olivia looked startled, and she started to say something, but he held up a hand, asking her to wait. He listened to Akeem for a few moments, and then he handed the phone to Olivia. She took it as if she were afraid it might turn into a snake, but in a matter of moments he saw her expression change.

When she had appeared, she looked nervous and cautious. Suddenly, all of the worry dropped off of her face, leaving her copper eyes wide with wonder and joy.