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My gaze spots her bright hair like a halo, falling around her shoulders. She’s working on the laptop a little bit farther away from us. Probably on the project Peter assured me she should take over. I must admit her ideas are unconventional and fresh.
She bites her lip, typing something, but then she looks through the window as if she’s reaching something beyond the zenith. A content smile graces her clean face that lacks the professionalism she usually portrays at work. She looks so innocent, real, a person who belongs with the light.
“Her safety should be your priority. Nothing happens to Mrs. Cade. Do you understand me?” My security head’s right. I can’t risk her being hurt.
“Yes, sir. Do you want me to brief her on the safety protocols?”
I nod, and Higgins strides toward her. She motions for him to take a seat opposite her. Cassandra’s smile splits her face, and her eyes light up when she notices me staring. I swear, in that very moment, I want her to be mine. Encircle her waist and claim those lips in front of the entire world. Instead, I grab my laptop from the bag and open emails to distract myself from my unhealthy fascination with her.
This woman suffered so much pain, lived through so much loss. Cassandra deserves to be cherished and appreciated, not to be a pawn to the power games. I promised Logan at his grave I’d find a way to help his wife. And I will, even if it’s shredding my own sanity to pieces. Even if I’m going against the most influential family to give her a chance to establish herself away from Aleksander Investment Bank. Apart from power-hungry people who can destroy her.
After the eight-hour flight, we finally land at Medina Airport.
“Jesus Christ. This is hot.” She laughs, trying to stretch her muscles as she walks toward the exit. At least, she’s in comfortable shoes this time.
I place my hand on the small of her back, steering her toward our vehicle. My people surround us, and the rest of them wait in their cars, ready to leave for Medina.
“It is.” I smile at her as she cranes her neck to look at me.
Even tired she looks like an angel. Her hair shines in the sunlight as her skin glows from the heat, upper lip dotted with sweat, clinging like diamonds. Once we’re seated, I drive us to the tourist resort, not trusting anyone with her safety.
At the hotel, the manager leads us to the penthouse. My team splits, sweeping the rooms, and after they give a signal, we enter. I decided to keep Cassandra close, just in case there is trouble. She’ll be sleeping in the adjacent room out of the three it has.
“Welcome to Medina. I hope the penthouse is to your satisfaction. If you need anything, let us know.”
My lips flatten in a line as I notice him watching Cassandra with way too much interest. When he leaves, I turn to one of my guys.
“Get her a scarf and ask the shop assistant to send some traditional clothing up here for Mrs. Cade.”
He nods and leaves without a single word. The rest of them retreat to the kitchen to wait.
Her hand skims the surface of the furniture, sampling the textures and colors as she walks toward the windows.
“What do you want me to do?” She turns around and my breath hitches in my chest.
“We ha
ve about an hour until Aaron Moudi arrives to meet us. You could take a nap.”
She shakes her head before I even finish. “I had enough of that. But I need a shower. Is it always this hot here?”
I saunter to the fridge and retrieve a bottle of water. Pouring some into a glass, I drop a few ice cubes and bring it to her.
“You’ll get used to it. In a few days, you’ll learn to manage it.”
“I doubt it.” She gulps it down and rubs her sweaty forehead.
Why the hell have I insisted on her coming with me?
“Do you want me to start looking for a venue, catering? I could contact your clients.”
I nod, shoving my hands into my pants so I’d refrain from touching her. I can’t trust myself around her. This energy, pulsing between us, is vivid and alive. Being here with her feels different. I just don’t know why. Perhaps because we aren’t in our usual environment, she isn’t wearing her formal clothes, and her face isn’t as guarded. But my pulse drums fast and loud as she looks at me this way, as if the walls don’t exist anymore.
“Aaron will bring his assistant to help you. She speaks English pretty well. You both should be able to organize everything once she arrives.”
Her cheeks turn pink as she stands just a few feet away, waiting for something. I blink and look around, realizing it’s me who’s staring.
“Then I better get that shower.”
