The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress (3 page)

“Anna, I’d like you meet Brian Price.”

I look at the pale, plain, boring boy that isn’t even half the man of Omar and my entire body shuts down.  It was like a freakin switch or something.  Just off.  Nothing. Nice and dead.  Part of me recognized that part, that frigid part of myself, and welcomed it back as the protective barrier it was meant to be.  The other part of me, the part that Omar had apparently awakened? Well that part was darn near suicidal. 

I stood there and talked to pale Brian, and I almost fell asleep.  I was dazed as I thought of a polite way to extricate myself, and then Omar caught my eye from across the room.  My heart again thudded as if a herd of horses were galloping across it, and I felt my cheeks flush.  I hoped that Brian didn’t notice, which I doubted, he was so self-consumed with the verbal diarrhea he was spewing, that I wondered if he’d ever noticed another individual apart from himself. 

Omar toasted the air between us, which was a considerable distance, and again my body began winking and flooding with warm heat.  I felt my face burn, even my ears got hot, and my knees went weak again.  Maybe I’d drunk too much?

“Brian, I am so sorry, I really need to run to the bathroom.” I lied. 

I did leave the ballroom though.  I almost sprinted out of there and was heading for the front when I was intercepted.  “Anna, let me kiss you one more time.” Omar called to me. I didn’t stop.  “Anna, you will cease this retreat right this second!”

I had no intention of obeying another of his commands, but my body listened, and submitted.  My feet froze and I literally skidded to a halt.  I didn’t turn around, I was rooted and fighting with myself, with my body, and I was baffled at its responses.  Omar slid in behind me and wrapped his chocolate skinned arm around my chest, and he leaned down at my ear.  “Good girl.”

Then he kissed the side of my neck and my eyes rolled in their sockets.  I fell into him, giving myself completely and letting him support me.  He did just that and wrapped his other arm around my waist as he hovered over my back.  His hot lips scalded my nape, and then he pressed his groin against my bottom.  I felt him, all of him, all of his manhood and that masculine need.  I felt his length and size and my entire fucking body melted into him, against him, and also into my panties yet again. 

My legs started shaking and I heard a faint voice in the distance, almost whispering, “Omar, Omar, Omar.” It wasn’t until moments later that I realized that was me, and my voice.  I was lost and gone and I was entirely –his, in that moment.  If he’d insisted, I might very well have laid down there, in the lobby and given my maidenhood to this tall, dark stranger.

CHAPTERSIX

I’d come to my senses shorty after almost giving myself to Omar in the lobby of the reception hall, and I’d fled the wedding entirely.  I headed to my dad’s loft in downtown New York and I sat for well over an hour, just thinking, and still continually questioning myself.  I couldn’t figure out my reactions to Omar, not in the slightest, this girl just wasn’t me.  My body never, ever, never, ever, controlled me.

My mind was fabulous, I knew this, and even from a young age I knew I was much smarter than most of my peers.  I was okay to look at, but I rarely wore makeup or did my hair.  I had nice hair, but I usually just kept it up in a ponytail or a bun, and I never thought too much about my clothes. Of course, now I was going to be working for daddy, which meant I needed to gather a few dresses and work appropriate attire.

I just couldn’t imagine what Omar had found so desirable about me.  He was stunning and obviously a powerful, wealthy man that always got what he wanted.  Why did he want me? And I still couldn’t deny what my own body was telling me, what my body ached for now; literally hurt it ached so intensely.  I knew who it ached for, and it bothered me.

I went to bed before dad got home, and I slept, although my dreams were filled with Omar.  Just him and that seductive chocolate skin of his and those deep amber eyes that were eternally fixed on me, just me.  I woke up with my hand inside my pajama bottoms, and my body was drenched with heat and slick need.  I was ready for the Arabian warrior to pillage my vessel, and that ache I’d felt earlier, notched up to an even higher level.

Dad never came back that night, and I had Sunday morning to myself.  I wandered down to the bakery and then towards the park and I continued to think.  It was a gorgeous fall day and I sat and people watched for most of the afternoon.  By the end of the day, I went to a couple small boutiques and bought myself appropriate attire to work with my father for the next few weeks.

I decided I needed to discipline my mind, and hence, NOT allow any thoughts of Omar.  I did try, I really did, but by the time I’d gone to bed, I was hopeless.  All I seemed capable of, was seeing his golden eyes, and feeling those big, strong hands on my face.  Of course, if I really sunk down into what I now referred to as my,
pit of Omar
, I could almost feel him kissing me.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Monday morning started early, and I arrived looking the part and ready to help my father.  I was told to follow and listen, which I did, and all seemed totally understandable.  I was on top of my game in between the random flashes of you know who that insisted on invading my thoughts at the most inopportune moments.

I was attempting to distract myself with my reading of past cases, when a very familiar, accented voice caused me to lift my head.  I blinked furiously, thinking I’d imagined it, but no, there he was, in all his otherworldly glory.

“Hello Miss Potts.  Pleasure to see you yet again.”

“Omar? What? What are you…?”

“Anna.” He said, and just my name coming from his lips, and the tone of adoration in his voice, sent me into a level ten anxiety attack.  My eyes fluttered and I grew dizzy and for a second I feared I might faint. 

I heard the door to my dad’s office open and I took a breath.  In the next instant my dad bellowed. “Khalil! Great to see you again!”

“Richard, the pleasure is all mine.  I am simply here to make an appointment.”

“Don’t be silly, come in now, we can discuss a few things, then later in the week, you can come back and I should have all the transactions finalized.”

My dad and Omar left without another glance in my direction.  I felt utterly alone and as if they’d left me in a dark hole.  Then I noticed what was happening inside my body, and I shivered from head to toe. 

I fled to the bathroom.  I leaned over the sink and then I sat down, I had too.  I was going to faint if I didn’t.  My head continued to swim and I crawled to the toiled and then threw up.  I’d tried so hard to forget the mysterious man named Omar, and I was certain I’d never see him again.  This was all too much, and the way he said my name told me he intended more for us, and he was one of my Dad’s best clients.  It was all too much.

I felt better after vomiting and then I splashed cold water on my face.  I must have spent a solid twenty minutes in there before my breathing and heart rate returned to normal, or near normal and I made my way back to my desk.  I composed myself behind my monitor and pretended I was fine and hadn’t just almost died from shock.

Omar gave me a cordial nod on his way out and my dad told me to put him down for a Friday, after lunch appointment.  Omar didn’t say anything else to me and I watched his broad back and elegant walk as he departed.  When he got to the elevator, he turned and his eyes were instantly on mine.  He mouthed the word,
MINE
, and then the door dinged closed.  I lost all the feeling in my lower body.

My dad had been talking about this and that, but I’d missed it all until I heard, “I won’t be here darling, but it is going to just be a couple signatures and three final transfers for Mr. Khalil, I think you can handle it.”

My heart stuttered, “Alone with him? You want me to handle him alone?” My voice was at least an octave higher than normal.

My dad patted my shoulder and chuckled, “Did you know he is a real life sheik? A true blue blooded Arabian Prince?” I gaped at my dad and then I felt sick again.  My dad miss read my expression completely and casually laughed, “Don’t worry honey, he’s done all of his schooling either here or in the UK, he’s Americanized enough, and he’s young and hip and modern, just like you.  He’s an easy one sweetheart; you’ll do fine.”

Just like me?
Did my dad know nothing about me? Nothing at all? I was a nerd, a bookworm, a brainiac.  What in the world made my dad think I could handle an, almost King?  I nodded and pretended I wasn’t terrified of the impending, end of week, and being totally alone with Omar once again.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The week sped by, and I caught on fast to my dad’s way of doing things.  I’d successfully managed to focus on work, most of the time, with only small blips of day dreams ravaging my mind and body.  Omar was due to arrive right after lunch, which I didn’t eat.  I couldn’t.  I was much too nervous. 

He arrived promptly at one, and my dad had left early, and left me in charge of this last client.  I had instructions to get signatures and then do three final transfers.  I had all the paper work there on the big desk.  Omar walked in, accompanied by his entourage of body guards, and all sentient thought whooshed out of my head.  I felt like a freakin idiot, and I couldn’t stop smiling and stammering.

Without too many words between us, or rather, I can’t remember what we said to each other, I might have sounded retarded at this point; I was only capable of standing upright, and I’m still unsure if I was successful at even that. We went into my dad’s office and the body guards were instructed to wait outside.  Omar had been entirely professional and I was starting to wonder if I’d misread him before.  I fumbled with the papers on the desk, repeatedly straightening and then re-straightening them. 

“Come to me Anna.”  My heart stalled and my knees went rubbery.  I obeyed.  I couldn’t help it.  This man seemed capable of governing my body.  My mind was totally gone!  I did try and remind myself;
think about the meeting only, the meeting Anna, the freakin meeting
; but then I looked into his eyes and I forgot what I was supposed to remember.

He picked up my hand and I felt the blood in my arm as it rushed to meet his warm skin.  “You are the loveliest creature on the planet.  It has been torture this past week, I craved your lips, to taste your sweetness.  You will dine with me this evening.”

My lashes fluttered and I stared up into his golden eyes.  “Okay.” Oh that smile of his. Guess I wasn’t wrong and the attraction was as real as I’d fantasized.  I suddenly knew I needed to please this male, repeatedly, just so the sun would shine directly on me. Then I remembered I really shouldn’t plan any nighttime forays with him, not because of him, but because of me.  I blurted, “What about coffee?”

“Sit here with me, let us talk.”

“Okay.”

“Have you thought of me since our first encounter?”

Do I lie? Do I tell him the truth?
“A little bit..”

“I’ve thought of nothing else, no other soul on the planet has consumed me as you have, my Anna.”

Did he say, my Anna? As in I was already his?
My voice cracked and I ended up whispering, “Me too.”

“I realized I should have asked.  I rarely ask though,”
yeah, I noticed
.  “Are you attached?”

Only to you, in my dreams.
  “Um, no.” 
Could he be the most beautiful man on the planet? Try and sound a bit more intelligent you idiot. 
“No Omar, I am single.”

“Excellent.  I plan on making you mine. I am a jealous lover Anna.  Once I claim you, it is forever.”

“Omar? What does it mean when you claim me?”

“It means my dear, I will be your lover, and your master.  You cannot deny me what I crave and what I know you will soon ache for me to do to you. I will teach you how to please me.”

My voice squeaks as I repeat, “Please you?”

“Do not fear Anna, my pleasure, will also be yours.  Now, you come to me, and sit on my lap.  Feel what you’ve done to me yet again.”

I frowned at him and muttered, “Omar, this is crazy. It just doesn’t work that way around here.”

“It works the way I wish it to.” He said as if he controlled everything and everyone.

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t un-root my feet.  I was once again frozen with immobility.  I glanced at his crotch, and there, under the exquisite material of his suit slacks, was –it. His dick, his penis, his hardness.  Why did my mouth just water?  What was wrong with me?

The straining outline of his hard cock drew me in as if I were mesmerized.  I could make out the engorged crown and the ridge of the helmet as he pulsed it, jerking it momentarily as if he, it, that thing, liked my eyes on –it. I could not tear my eyes away from the display of arousal, and he seemed fine with my gaping stare. 

I did finally step towards him, but then sat down, or maybe I plopped down, in the chair directly next to his.  He turned and our knees touched.  My entire leg twitched and felt as if I’d been shocked with pure electricity.

His seductive voice was low and so sexy, “Anna, you will ache for me to enter your body.”

I already do.

CHAPTER NINE

We agreed to a coffee date on Saturday around eleven and I met him at the Starbucks on our corner.  It seemed odd that a sheik would be in a Starbucks, and even odder that his battalion of men were crammed around a tiny table a few feet away.  None of them having anything to eat or drink.

“Wouldn’t your men want a coffee?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible.

“They are fine.” He said in a tone that breeched no arguments.  Then he refocused on me.  I’d purposely only worn jeans and a sweatshirt.  I also hadn’t put on any makeup and my hair was up in a ponytail, the way I normally wore it.  “You are a vision.”

I almost snorted, but I didn’t, gaging as swallowed.  I tried to remain aloof and polite, “Thank you.  Um, Omar?” He leaned closer to me and nodded, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a sheik?  What do I call you?”