Sheikh's Revenge by Jessica Brooke, Ella Brooke Read Free Book Online

once they were both settled and he’d ordered the driver forward in some terse words in Arabic. “Tell me more about yourself. You wanted to be in fashion. Do you still think you’ll work in that?”
    “Right now, I just need to pay off my student debt,” she admitted. “Otherwise, it would be amazing. I don’t even want to do something huge like fashion week. I really do love creating the weird stuff. Con things.”
    He frowned back at her and Addison felt as awkward as she always had back in high school when she got on an excited diatribe about the intricacies of her favorite anime. It was her nerdy side peeking out and the sheikh wasn’t going to like it. Rarely anyone ever had.
    “What type of con?”
    “Like a fan convention? I make all sorts of costumes. I guess my dream is to have some online business or even a small boutique where I create costumes for fans of TV and comic books and other things and can do creative, one-of-a-kind pieces. It’s not a Paris runway thing, more just being able to sew and create what I love. That probably bored you a lot.”
    He shook his head and patted the hand she had laying on her knee. “It doesn’t. If I didn’t want to know about you, I definitely wouldn’t have asked.”
    Biting her lower lip, Addison nodded. “What about you, Sheikh Amun? Do you do everything you want to?”
    “No.”
    Her head snapped back as if he’d slapped her a bit, and Addison wondered what she’d done to earn that sharp rebuke.
    “I’m sorry?”
    “No, I mean…I didn’t say it right either. You don’t have to be formal tonight, Addison. Just call me Zahir. We’re not in the office after all.”
    Shit, maybe it is a date. Wait, what do I do if it is? Oh God, Addison, play it cool.
    “Then I think that’s fair. I’m serious. Is running the oil company the only thing you want to do? If you didn’t have to take care of your family’s massive empire, then what would you do?”
    He stilled and frowned, looking out of the window and she watched as the lights of Dubai played over the planes of his face, those sharp and irresistible cheekbones. After a long time, he finally spoke. “I honestly don’t know. This is what I’ve always done. I was raised from a young age, both my sister and I were, to help take care of Amun Petrol and run Dubai. I never thought about other things because, honestly, they’ll never be options. My company and my people will always need me.”
    “It doesn’t mean that people still don’t have dreams,” she pointed out. “Granted, a lot of people just want to be rich and famous. I think you have those two things covered.”
    “It’s not always as glamorous as it sounds,” he said. “There are things I want, yes.”
    “Like?” she asked, cursing a little under her breath when they hit a bump and she fell sideways and onto his lap. It was an awkward tumble, but at least it had answered one of her questions, though she wasn’t sure what else to make of this information. Addison could definitely feel the ridge of his erection, hard and firm, pressed up against her thighs. It distracted her for a moment, and she couldn’t quite remember anything else she’d been saying, couldn’t even seem to will her body to move so that she could get out of his way.
    Her breath was coming in hard gasps, as if she’d run a marathon, and she felt her heart thud hard against her breastbone.
    Oh, I know what I wish I could do. What I wish you knew about me, Zahir…
    “I…I’m sorry,” she said, trying to slip off of him.
    He reached out and soothed her unruly red curls back behind her shoulders. “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not as if you put the bumps in the road. We were talking, Addison. We can keep doing that here.”
    He flexed his hips just enough to press his manhood against the apex of her thighs.
    Damn him. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
    One hand stroked her cheek as well. “There are definitely things I want. Someday I’d love to start a