From her bag on the table her phone bleeped with a text message, just as the head of his erection nudged her palm.
‘That will be the driver, telling me to hurry you up.’
‘Hurry me up, then.’
And he felt her smile, for her lips stretched beneath his as he took her hand and ran it the length of his long, hard shaft.
His other hand pressed at her head, and she knew—because this was the kind of man she was choosing to get involved with—that from the direction of the pressure Kedah exerted she should be dropping to her knees—oh, right about now.
But he was in for that shock. For she had needs of her own and it would never be all about him.
‘Kedah,’ she said, and removed her hand as she lifted her head. ‘We really don’t have time for foreplay.’
She watched his eyes flare as she stepped back from his embrace and reached for her bag.
‘Foreplay?’ he checked.
‘It’s when—’
‘I do know what it is, thank you,’ he snapped.
‘Good.’ She smirked. ‘I’ve got news for you, Kedah. I didn’t come up here just to satisfy your needs. I have terms and conditions of my own!’
And she was doing it.
Somehow, against this very powerful man, she was holding her own.
‘We need to get a move on, Kedah. I’ll see you down there.’
CHAPTER FIVE
SIX FOOT THREE of sulking Sheikh boarded the plane.
Kedah did not need the complication of Felicia.
But he had tasted her now.
And she did not need the arrogance of him.
She wanted him, though.
They sat on his private jet and her skin was prickling—so much so that she almost went through her bag for antihistamines, till she realised this was no allergic reaction. She was on fire for him.
The take-off was smooth and he glanced up as a flight attendant came over.
‘Can I get you anything, Your Highness?’
‘Shaii.’ Kedah asked for tea, and it was served in a long crystal glass and cold, as he liked it. It was refreshing and sweet but not soothing.
He took out the diamond that he carried and tapped it on the gleaming table. He saw Felicia glance over.
‘That’s a pretty elaborate worry bead.’
‘I told you,’ a surly Kedah replied. ‘I never worry.’
The tapping resumed as he pulled up a file.
Not any old file.
He had been working on this for years, for it was Zazinia as he envisaged it.
Every plan he had submitted had been rejected, every vision he’d had for his home discounted, and they were all compiled in this one stunning display. He sat there watching as buildings rose before his eyes and bridges connected them. He had designed all the infrastructure—the roads and railways were splendidly linked—and yet none of it had been implemented. At every turn he had been thwarted. This was the reason Kedah was rarely home.
He closed the file and worked instead on a skyline that he could change. He started on some preliminary designs for his latest Dubai project.
He was considering linking the hotels—either with a monorail or possibly a tunnel. It would be a huge venture. Yet Felicia was right. Why link two hotels that were basically the same? Now, thanks to her, the gender was no longer clear, for he was thinking of a more recreational facility. One families or couples might choose to visit.
His plane was usually a second office, but she was invading his headspace. She was even influencing his hotel’s design. So he closed the file. Hussain could work on it further, or tell him outright if he was dreaming too big, Kedah decided.
He opened his email and flicked over to Felicia the files he wanted her to tidy up. He added a message telling her that he wanted her to write a cover note for Hussain, but then, distracted, realised he’d sent the wrong file.
For the first time since leaving the hotel he spoke to her.
‘Delete the last email I sent,’ Kedah said. ‘The information I want you to forward to Hussain is in the one I am sending now.’
Always he could separate work and pleasure.
Not today.
He looked over to her and saw that the dress she was wearing was modest, but it would not be suitable for his home.
‘Felicia?’
‘Yes?’
‘Did I tell you about the dress code in Zazinia?’
‘You did.’ She nodded. ‘I’ll change closer to when we land.’ She turned and rather pointedly looked out of the window rather than prolonging their conversation.
‘I’m going for a rest,’ he told her. Normally Kedah just stalked off and it was left to Felicia to guess where he’d gone.
She turned and their eyes met as he stood and headed to the bedroom. He halted when he got to the door.
‘There are three more hours’ flying time,’ he said. ‘Is that sufficient for you?’