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If he had, he’d have already demanded his rights to that which he surely would have seen as his.
“Such a fuss over wanting to know my name.”
Rachel looked up. The Sheikh stood with his arms folded, a big, hard-faced, hard-bodied, cold-as-ice piece of work who just happened to look like a god.
Unfortunately for him she knew the truth: that he was a cold-hearted SOB who was an expert at manipulating people to see him as he wanted to be seen.
“Such a fuss,” he said, his tone ripe with sarcasm, “and now you have nothing to say.”
She squared her shoulders.
The thing to do was face him down and get him out of here.
“Actually, I just wanted to be sure. I’d already figured it out myself.”
“Really?” he purred.
“Rami described you pretty accurately. Self-important. Arrogant. A despot. Yes, he got it right.”
A hit. She saw a flush rise over those high cheekbones.
“You’re a sheikh, aren’t you? From Alashazam. Or Alcatraz. Something like that.”
The imprints of color deepened. He took a step forward. Rachel fought the desire to retreat.
“Something like that,” he said coldly.
“Well, Rami isn’t here.”
That brought a thin smile to his lips. Had she said something amusing?
“But I’ll be sure and tell him you called. Now, Sheikh-Whatever-You’re-Called, I’m busy. And—”
“I am called Prince Karim,” Karim said stiffly. “Or Your Highness. Or I am addressed as Sheikh.”
Damn. Was he actually saying this stuff? If there was anything he despised, it was the use of these outmoded titles, but this Rachel Donnelly brought out the worst in him.
“Yes, well, your Sheikhiness, I’ll give Rami your message. Anything else?”
The way she’d combined his titles was an obviously deliberate insult. He wanted to grab her and shake her—
Or grab her and wipe that little smirk off her lips in a very different way—one that would change her demeanor altogether.
For all he knew, that was the reason she’d taunted him. A woman who looked like this would surely use sex to gain the upper hand.
He wasn’t fool enough to let it happen.
“No?” she said brightly. “Is that it? Well, in that case, goodbye, good luck, and on your way out don’t let the door slam you in the—”
