Sheikh's Hired Mistress (3 page)

Laine took a seat next to him, but left half a seat of space between them. He smiled at her, lounging back languidly like a great cat lazily observing prey he could grasp at any time. With a raised hand, he caught the attention of a waiter who stood nearby the other couple and ordered him to bring them some water.

“You are having a good time now?”

Laine smoothed her hands over her legs, banishing a few wrinkles from her dress. “It’s much better than the party, I’ll admit. I didn’t think I was the clubbing type of girl.”

“What type of girl do you think you are?” he asked.

“The workaholic type.” She lifted her eyes and pursed her lips knowingly. “The type that
your
type usually ignores.”

Aziz smiled and caught her hand. He stroked his thumb over her fingers. “And what type of man am I? You’ve figured me out so soon?”

“Don’t you know yourself?” Laine teased. “You're the ruthless playboy, aren’t you? You could’ve brought any woman from that party here.”

“Could have, yes,” Aziz agreed. “Would have…?”

“Are you going to deny it? How many women have you seduced away from parties? How often do you take a woman in your limo and show her the time of her life?” Laine challenged.

Aziz rubbed his fingers over his lips. “Perhaps a few,” he replied demurely.

“A few.” Laine narrowed her eyes.

“Perhaps more than a few.” Aziz shrugged and held his hands out. “I am who I am. Are you disappointed with this?”

“No, I—” Laine turned as the waiter put down two cold glass bottles of water. “Thank you!”

Aziz looked up at the waiter briefly before turning to Laine again. Laine watched the waiter leave.

“Do sheikhs not say thank you?” she asked.

“He was doing his job,” Aziz said flatly. “Americans are so strange. You are generous and kind to strangers, but cold to everyone else.”

“How are we cold?” Laine shook her head with a laugh.

Another shrug. “When we meet, you talk about your job, about things that don’t matter, but not your family. I think you don’t value these things the way we do. You care more about what the man who brings the water feels.”

“I told you who my sister was,” Laine pointed out. “I don’t have a noble lineage to recite, or anything.”

“And your father? Your mother?”

Laine opened her water and took a long drink. “Americans talk about their families with people they know and trust. It’s separate for us. But if you really need to know, my dad lives upstate.”

“Ah.” Aziz leaned forward, trailing his fingers along Laine’s cheek. “Americans like to separate things out, so they can pretend that one feeling goes here, and another here.” His fingers moved slowly down her neck. “But everything is connected to emotion.”

Laine’s eyes flickered to where the other couple had been sitting, but they’d disappeared.

“You cannot cut your life up and put it into separate boxes, even if you believe it would be more convenient to do so,” he whispered breathily, leaning in close to her.

“I can try!” Laine argued.

Aziz looked surprised and then laughed. “Maybe that’s why I like you American women so much—you make us work for the things we desire the most!”

“Is that what you
really
desire the
most
?” Laine took the hand that had been hovering around her collarbone and looked Aziz in the eye as she moved it away.

He seemed about to laugh again, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He somehow had closed the distance between the two of them, and he was practically on top of her now. He could do what he wanted with her out here. He could scoop her up and have his way with her, right here on the sofa. No one was watching. But he didn’t make a move, just stared at her intently, waiting.

“What do you desire most, Aziz?” Laine asked. She let go of his hand and leaned back onto her palms, waiting for his answer. The low cut of her dress and the movement caused her chest to give a small bounce, and of course, this was exactly where Aziz’s eyes had fallen.

“Laine, I am not entirely certain who is seducing whom here,” Aziz said.

“No? I’m hardly the practiced playboy here.”

“Maybe you simply have an innate skill,” Aziz suggested. “Maybe it is just me who is caught so fast by your allure…though it is unlikely.”

He placed his hand on her thigh. His touch was light, but Laine tensed anyway in anticipation. She listened to his breathing for a moment, and when he moved to take his hand away, sensing her discomfort, she put her hand over his. His brows rose. His hand moved slowly up her thigh. The gauzy material of her dress slid up with it, and Laine shuddered.

She gently touched his cheek and gave him a kiss. His hand stilled, squeezing the top of her thigh as he returned the kiss eagerly. With his other hand cradling the back of her head, Aziz deepened the kiss, and his hand sneaked ever higher. Laine began to squirm, and her heart raced.

“Not here,” she murmured, pulling away quickly.

Aziz looked down, his eyes unfocused and his brows deeply furrowed. “Of course.”

He stood abruptly, took a few steps, and then turned to look at Laine. He shook his head and walked over to the fountain.

“I’m sorry,” Laine said.

“I don’t know what you are apologizing for.” Aziz ran his hands through his hair. “You excite much passion in me, but the duty to contain it should be mine.”

Laine rose and started walking toward him. Aziz kicked off his shoes, and Laine stared for a moment. Then he climbed up on the edge of the fountain.

“What are you doing?!” Laine laughed.

“Cooling off!” Aziz held his arms out and fell backwards into the fountain.

Chapter Four

Until Aziz hit the water, Laine felt as though time had stopped; she simply couldn’t believe what was happening. But back he fell into the fountain, wearing a suit that had to cost several thousands of dollars.

She shocked back to life with the sound of the splash and darted to the side of the fountain. It looked deep, but it wasn’t a swimming pool!

“Ha!” Aziz said as he popped up, his eyes sparkling.

Laine jumped back, but then swatted his arm. “What is wrong with you!”

“Not much. The water is very nice.” Aziz winked at her and dipped back to float with his arms spread out.

“It’s cold out here!” Laine objected. But she had to laugh as well.

Aziz kicked his legs leisurely. “You could come in with me. Though that would defeat the purpose of my coming in here to cool off. You’d heat it right up again.”

“I think your bigger worry might be hypothermia.”

“If that is Allah’s will, so be it. I accept my fate.”

“You are ridiculous.”

Laine crossed her arms and watched him swim around in the fountain. Aziz turned over in an acrobatic kind of move and pulled one knee up as he beckoned her forward with a finger. The fountain itself, which brought water up through a glowing centerpiece, rained water down on him. He didn’t seem to notice.

Laine shook her head. “I’m not getting in there.”

“You must. I’m lonesome.” Aziz raised a brow. “Do this thing for me.”

“I…” The tone of his voice surprised her. He could have commanded her to do what he’d asked. He could have issued his decree and expected his wishes be followed just as quickly as fetching his water. Instead, he seemed to be genuinely, seriously, asking.

Laine slipped her shoes off and stepped closer to the fountain. Tentatively, she dipped her fingers into the water to test how cold it really was. Aziz grabbed her wrist and jerked her forward. Laine flailed and crash-landed into the water with a huge splash. She didn’t sink too far, because immediately Aziz’s arms were around her. She came up with a gasp.

“I wasn’t ready!” Laine said, smacking the water hard enough to cause a small wave to hit Aziz in the face.

Aziz held his hands up in defense. “You looked like you needed some encouragement! I wanted to be supportive!”

Laine gave him another splash, and he ducked under the water. She looked around for a moment before his arms were around her waist, dragging her back under. For a moment, Laine held her eyes tightly closed. What was Aziz doing? How clean was the fountain? When she opened them, she could see Aziz’s face next to hers. Then she looked up.

She could see the night’s sky through the rippling water, through the transparent awning that covered the patio. It was like the stars were dancing for them. She looked into Aziz’s expectant eyes and touched his chest. Then she pushed herself up.

Laine broke through the surface of the water and panted. Aziz came up with her and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

“It’s freezing, but this is still better than that party,” Laine said.

Aziz wrapped his arm around her. He frowned as he looked at her. Laine was about to ask him what was wrong, when his finger traced down the scar over her forehead. She looked away and pulled on the top of her dress, which was starting to slip in the water.

“Ah. I know,” Aziz whispered. “You save your secrets for those you know and trust. I’ll strive to earn the right to be considered one of them.”

Laine slipped away from him then. It became apparent that she was the better swimmer, even if he’d seemed graceful enough at first. He tried to catch her, but each time he nearly grasped a foot or an elbow, Laine turned in the water and got around him as quickly as a seal.

In the end, both laughing and splashing, Laine let him catch her, kiss her, move his hands over her body.

“You can’t be in there!” boomed a man’s voice.

Aziz’s brows knit together and his jaw grew stiff as he looked up at their interruption. It was the bouncer and a slim man in a suit. Probably a manager.

“I will be where I please!” Aziz announced.

“Not in our fountain!” the manager objected. “Sir, you must get out of the fountain immediately.”

Stubbornly, Aziz lifted his chin. “We will leave when we are finished, and not a moment sooner.”

“Don’t make me drag you out of there,” the bouncer said. “I don’t care who you are.”

“You will not touch either of us,” Aziz said confidently. He didn’t even move to stand.

Laine watched the exchange with wide eyes. She then spotted Aziz’s bodyguard. She had known that the guy had to be somewhere nearby, but it was like he’d simply melted into their surroundings. Laine also didn’t doubt that if Aziz wanted to force the issue, he could get his way here. He could probably have every person working tonight fired. He’d probably bought the damn club from the couple who had hired Brandt Interiors to improve the club’s look.

“You think so, buddy?” the bouncer challenged.

Laine feigned a shiver, even though she was quite warmed up now. “Aziz,” she said quietly. “I want to go. I’m cold. Can we get back to the limo, turn on some heat?”

Aziz looked to her and touched her cheek. Immediately he rose, climbed out of the fountain, and offered her a hand. Laine took it gratefully, as she had to use her other hand to keep her dress from falling down, heavy and sodden with water as it was. She picked up her shoes with two fingers and pressed herself closely to Aziz, letting him lead the way out.

He put his arm around her and held her tightly. And he made no apologies to the manager as he went with his bodyguard.

Laine, however, turned her head slightly and said, “Thank you! We had a wonderful time!”

By the time they reached the limo, Laine found herself genuinely shivering. Her teeth had started to chatter. Aziz ushered her into the car and directed his guard to sit up front.

“I should have considered that you would get cold afterward,” Aziz said, pulling off his wet jacket.

“I considered it.” Laine shrugged. “I did it anyway.”

Aziz stripped off his shirt as well. “You should remove your clothes.”

Laine looked at her dress, which now clung to every curve of her body. She felt like she shouldn’t completely disrobe, but she couldn’t stop shaking.

Aziz reached over to a compartment beside the bar and pulled out a couple of shirts. “I have nothing appropriate for a lady such as yourself, but you are welcome to wear some clothing of mine.”

Laine leaned over to see. Aziz’s shirts would be almost long enough to be a dress on her. She turned away from Aziz, who was now removing his pants, and reached back to tug on her zipper.

“Oh, of course. It’s stuck,” she grumbled.

Aziz appeared behind her, touching her shoulder gently, and then took the fabric in hand and coaxed the zipper down. “There we are.”

Laine slipped out of the dress. Aziz’s warm fingers touched her shoulder blade. For a moment, she considered asking for the shirt. She should cover up, slink home, and remember the night she’d swum at a nightclub with a handsome, charismatic stranger.

But she was dreadfully
tired
of being the good sister. She was tired of doing what she
should
do, just as she was afraid of not doing it.

Instead, she faced him, one arm crossed over her bare midsection a little self-consciously. He hadn’t put anything else on either. Unsurprisingly, his suit had hidden his broad shoulders and well defined pectoral muscles. His whole body was as finely chiseled as his jaw line. Between the air and the beating of her heart, Laine started to feel warm again, and in spite of herself, she reached out and touched him, moving her hand along each ripple of muscle.

“Honestly,” she said, shaking her head.

“Oh? We weren’t being honest before?” Aziz tilted his head.

“No, I mean that if I looked like you, I honestly wouldn’t wear clothing. Ever.” She smiled up at him.

“You look lovely yourself.” Aziz touched her side, and then slid his hand over her hip and around her backside, where it stayed.

Emboldened, Laine smoothed her palms along Aziz’s chest, exploring the feel of him. Aziz leaned down and kissed her. Laine returned the kiss once, then twice. Meeting Aziz’s proud green eyes, she sat back and slowly slipped off her bra. His eyes grew wider, taking her in like a sculpture. His hand moved up her side and then stopped, cupping one plump breast tenderly. He bowed over and began to kiss her there.

Laine let her head fall back and sighed softly, running her fingers through his hair, and he worshiped her chest like a new convert. His kisses moved down to her belly as he held the small of her back, encouraging her to arch it, to lie against the soft, velvety cushions and let him pleasure her. After he made his way down her stomach, his hand pushed down her panties and squeezed her hip. Laine’s thighs began to quiver as Aziz proceeded to devour her.