The Sheik's Son by Nicola Italia Read Free Book Online

over her granddaughter, he had no doubt. But it was best she knew who and what to look out for as well.
    “Of course you will. But you need to know who the enemy is, no?” He winked at Eugenie and excused himself from the table.
    ***
    “How was your journey?” Sebastian asked as he moved about in the downstairs library.
    His sister had arrived, as his father had promised, and she seemed irritated and in a foul mood.
    “Long. Very long,” Leila pouted.
    “I see.”
    “And hot,” she complained. “And the ship was so crowded.”
    “That is to be expected.”
    Leila’s trunks were piled up in the foyer and her small beaded purse sat next to her on the couch. She was dressed in a mauve-colored silk dress in the French style and Sebastian smiled. His mother had made certain her daughter was dressed accordingly.
    “I didn’t want to leave, you know,” she said quietly.
    Sebastian said nothing but poured himself a whiskey. “I only know what father wrote.”
    Leila watched her handsome brother move about the room. They favored each other in looks. Both had dark hair, but while Sebastian had brown eyes, Leila had their mother’s blue ones.
    “What did he write, Mohammed?”
    Sebastian turned, startled by the name. He almost expected to see his father standing there. “Leila. In France, call me Sebastian. It’s simpler.”
    “Very well.”
    “He only wrote that you were coming to stay. Nothing more.”
    She turned on the couch and gasped at the confining corset. “I hate this corset! Mother was right. These European women are being tortured alive. It’s awful.”
    Sebastian smiled. Of all his sisters, Leila was the most like their mother in spirit and the most beautiful.
    “A woman’s corset is necessary and expected. And you needn’t have come to France,” he replied.
    “I did. I had to,” she said quietly.
    Sebastian groaned. He knew his sister too well. She was the baby, but she was also a flirt and a tease. Something had happened in Arabia, he was sure of it.
    “What happened?” he asked.
    “It was so innocent. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
    Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “What happened, Leila?”
    “One of father’s business acquaintances came to stay with us. They were Turks.”
    Sebastian knew exactly where this was headed. “Go on.”
    “There was a son. He was so sweet and kind. One evening we went walking. The next thing I knew, he kissed me. And it wasn’t even a long kiss—just a kiss on the lips, more a peck. Bashasha saw it and tattled on me to Mother, who told Father.”
    Sebastian shook his head. “Christ.”
    “The son wanted to marry me and of course I said no,” she said, laughing. “Absolutely ridiculous.”
    “I should have guessed. You behave highly improperly and they send you to me,” he said.
    “I behave improperly? You whore around all of Paris like a rooster and that’s fine, but I’m improper?” she argued back.
    “Leila, don’t compare men and women in this matter. Men can do things that women can’t do.”
    “Yes, I see that. Behaving like a dog is so much more refined.”
    “Women’s place is in the home.”
    “You are so backwards!” she fired back.
    “If you behaved and were proper, you would be married with children now,” Sebastian said calmly.
    “Exactly what I don’t want,” she shot back at him. “I’m young and I want to enjoy life.”
    “I know you brought along a maid for the journey, but I will also engage a French maid to help you dress and act as chaperone. One hint of problems or scandal and I ship you back to Arabia.”
    “Well, thank you very much, Mohammed .” With that, Leila stood up and made her way upstairs to the bedroom he had prepared for her.
    “Brat,” he said.

Chapter 5
    The day of the cricket match was cool, with wispy clouds in the sky. Sophie chose a simple iridescent pink gown with lace at the elbow-length sleeves and a cream-colored petticoat showing through. Her hair was dressed