To Catch a Sheikh. Teresa Southwick
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steeled himself against the knowing expression on his aunt’s face. He reminded himself that she was a woman, his elder, a cherished family member and deserving of his respect, honor and protection. But the gleam in her eyes made him wonder if he might not be the one in need of protection.
“Why would I agree? She’s a small, insignificant young woman from Texas.” He walked to the French doors and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “It was my understanding that things from Texas were much larger.”
“Yes. Penny is the exception, I assume.”
“Penny. Even her name is trifling.”
“Have you ever heard the expression ‘find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck’?”
“Perhaps. Penny Doyle—rhymes with oil,” he murmured, unable to stop his mouth from curving up at the memory of her words. He was glad his back was to his keen-eyed aunt so that she didn’t see.
Behind him she coughed. He turned and noticed the glitter of amusement in her black eyes. “Are you all right?” he asked. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was laughing at him.
“I’m absolutely marvelous.”
“And why is that?”
“Your reaction to Penny is just what I’d hoped. Now, I don’t have to warn you to keep your distance.”
“If you’re concerned about it, Aunt, then why did Father take my own assistant and give me a woman?”
She shifted slightly. In anyone less regal, it would have been a squirm. “He needed someone experienced. And he is the king. Penny is perfect for your…needs. Business needs,” she added. “If I were you, I would think twice before questioning your father.”
“All right then. But I’m wounded that you feel it’s necessary to question my behavior.”
“Aside from your reputation as a bit of a rogue with women, I’m concerned about Penny.”
“Why? She could talk the ears off an elephant,” he pointed out.
“She was badly used by a man.”
Rafiq frowned. Penny was vexing, but in an impish sort of way. “How?”
“She told me the whole horrid story in New York. Her mother died when Penny was twelve or thirteen. The woman was single, a teacher. Yet she managed to leave her daughter an inheritance that was put into trust. The dear child planned to open a preschool until that unprincipled scoundrel romanced her in order to abscond with her money. She’s unlikely to trust a man ever again,” she finished.
“He is not a man. A man would not treat a woman so. Especially a woman like—”
“Like what?” his aunt asked, one eyebrow lifted.
“Never mind. I would like to meet this man,” he said through clenched teeth. “Horsewhipping would be too good for him.”
“I agree.” She nodded grimly, then the look was gone, replaced by a serene smile. “But Penny is here now and we will take care of her. That is, I will look after her. In my opinion, things couldn’t be better,” she said.
“On the contrary.” When he left the young woman, he was merely bemused by her. After learning her story, he found himself mildly intrigued. It made him a bit uneasy, something he normally didn’t feel around women. Without a doubt he could also say he didn’t much like the feeling. Perhaps he could change his aunt’s mind about assigning to him this particular woman.
“What is it, Rafiq?”
“Things could be much improved if father would return my assistant. Then you could have your Penny Doyle—with my heartfelt approval and best wishes that your sanity and hearing remain undiminished.”
She shook her head. “I’m afraid that returning your assistant won’t be possible for some time.”
“Why not?”
“That’s up to your father,” she answered.
“I’ve taken your advice and thought twice. I will speak to him about the matter.”
“In the meantime, with preparations about to begin for the international charity ball hosted for the first time by El Zafir, you will need help. A woman’s touch.”
“You’re a woman—and my co-chair for the event,” he pointed out reasonably. “Isn’t that enough?”
“Penny will work with both of us.”
Rafiq didn’t like the sound of that. He would try another tack. “Is that fair to her? To work for me as well? By yourself, you are a formidable taskmaster.”
“Not unfairly so. Besides, I suspect Penny is a very hard worker.”
“If she can close her mouth long enough,” he grumbled.
“I found her charming.”
“Is that her only qualification? It’s my understanding she was seeking employment as nanny to Fariq’s children.”
“Yes. But she was so…energized and quite bright. She has a degree, a double major—early childhood education and business. Because, she informed me, a preschool is still a business. She has a glowing reference from Sam Prescott.”
Sam Prescott was from a wealthy Texas family. He’d been Rafiq’s friend since they were boys. Over the years they’d joked that if America had royalty, Sam and his brothers would be their sheiks. Their fathers knew each other well, in addition to sharing business interests.
“How does Sam know her?” he asked.
“Prescott International bestows grants to needy, gifted students. Penny was chosen as the recipient, and the family took a personal interest in her education and career. She was in the top of her business classes and earned an internship at Prescott corporate headquarters in Dallas. So I have it on good authority that she’s quick, intelligent, hardworking and more than capable of being trained.”
“Apparently, that will be my responsibility.” He glared at his aunt, but she didn’t refute his words.
“Such a look would frighten small children. Tell me you didn’t look at her that way, Rafiq?” Her expressive eyes opened wide. “You’re the diplomat of the family. If you—”
“I’m not in the habit of frightening small children or women. But there is the matter of the coffee—”
It had practically taken an act of God to render her speechless. Fortunately, the liquid had cooled and she wasn’t hurt. He felt the slightest twinge of conscience at his part in the incident.
“What about the coffee?” she asked.
“It fell from her hands.”
“Did you do something to make it fall?”
“I merely introduced myself.”
After letting her believe he was an assistant. And coaxing her into revealing that she thought he was very handsome. Actually, he’d found the disguise liberating. He doubted she would have spoken so freely if he hadn’t let her assume he was an ordinary man. He was accustomed to flattery from women, but because Penny hadn’t known his true identity, her compliment was rooted in sincerity.
“Where is she now?” his aunt inquired, frowning.
“In her room, the one you assigned her here in the guest quarters of the palace. I advised her to take the rest of the day off to recover from her journey.”
She nodded approvingly. “Good. And I’m pleased we have talked. So that I can remind you one last time, Rafiq. You are not to be charming to Penny. Just until other arrangements can be made, she is your assistant and is to be nothing more,” she added. “We cannot have the business of El Zafir disrupted because you’ve charmed yet another female member