The Sheik and the Pregnant Bride by Susan Mallery Read Free Book Online Page A

anyone.”
    Maggie walked to the door, nearly falling off her high heels as she moved. She opened the door and found Qadir standing there.
    “Good evening,” he said. “I am here to escort you two ladies to the ball.”
    Maggie stared at the handsome prince in his tuxedo. He looked perfect, but then he always did. “Really? That’s so nice. Thank you. We’re about ready.”
    She stopped talking and held in a groan. That’s so nice? Could she have said something more stupid?
    He stepped into the suite. “Hello, Victoria.”
    “Prince Qadir. You’re looking especially royal this evening.”
    He smiled. “Thank you. You’re both very beautiful.”
    Victoria grabbed Maggie’s arm and pulled her into the bedroom. “You know he’s here for you, don’t you? I’m just a pity date.”
    “What? No. He’s not. He’s my boss.”
    “So he’s carrying on a time-honored tradition. Be careful, Maggie. You lead with your heart.”
    Maggie rolled her eyes. “Please. Qadir isn’t here for me. He’s just being polite.”
    “Uh-huh. Do you see Nadim being polite and taking me to the party? Qadir is intrigued and when the man in question is a prince, you need to be careful.”
    Maggie appreciated her friend’s warning, but there was no need. Qadir would never see her as anything other than his employee. Not that she wanted him to.
    The two women collected their evening bags and returned to the living room. Qadir escorted them both downstairs and led them to the elevator.
    When the doors opened on the main floor, she could hear music. There were dozens of people in the wide hallway, all moving toward the massive open doors at the far end.
    There were lights everywhere. Bright chandeliers and sconces illuminated the well-dressed crowd. More people pushed toward them and Maggie found herself separated from Qadir and Victoria.
    She didn’t mind. Victoria’s well-meaning advice had made her a little uncomfortable. Qadir didn’t see her as a woman and she wasn’t about to get any ideas about him. Sure, he’d been great about the car and he was easy to work for, but there was nothing between them.
    She pushed Victoria’s words to the back of her mind and concentrated on the beauty of the ballroom.
    There was a dais at one end, with an orchestra playing. There were dozens and dozens of food tables scattered around the outside of the room with an equal number of bars between them. Guests pressed together, talking and laughing.
    The women were so beautiful, Maggie thought, not sure where to look first. Regardless of their ages, they were stunning in amazing gowns and glittering jewels.
    She reached up and touched the earrings Victoria had loaned her. The stones were glass, the gold merely a colored finish. But that didn’t matter. No one had to know they weren’t real or that she’d bought her gown on consignment. For tonight, she was attending a royal ball and she planned to enjoy herself.
    She waited in line to get a glass of champagne, then sipped the bubbly liquid. People stood in groups around her, talking loudly. Some of the conversations were in English, but many were not. She recognized a few of the languages.
    She moved closer to a large plant and wished she hadn’t agreed to the high-heeled sandals Victoria had insisted on. She’d only been at the ball a few minutes and her feet already hurt.
    Maggie glanced around to make sure no one was paying any attention to her, then she eased back behind the plant, slipped out of her shoes and bent down to grab them. She’d just started tucking them out of sight in the planter when someone came up behind her and said, “I’m not sure the king would approve.”
    She spun and saw Qadir standing behind her. His expression was stern, but humor gleamed in his eyes.
    “They hurt my feet,” she told him.
    “Then make sure you hide them so no one can find them.”
    She laughed and slipped the shoes under a couple of large leaves.
    “Better?” he