The Sheikh's American Bride (The Sharqi Sheikhs Series Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Leslie North
sensations that seemed to echo in other parts of her body simply by his touch.
“Look there,” he told her gesturing to the small statues. “Those statues once stood guard over someone’s body. They’ve resided buried in earth for more than four thousand years and probably look close to what they did when they were first buried.”
“So, you like old things,” Claire replied finding it difficult to concentrate with his hand still on her wrist.
Sliding his hand down to her waist, Taleb guided Claire to the next exhibit, as he stood behind her and talked with his head against her ear. “It is not about old things. We are looking at ancient art that was never meant to be seen again. These are phenomenal finds that cultures today cannot appreciate their value.”
“You mean money?” It had become difficult to speak with his hand on her body. The warmth that he created was growing and beginning to churn inside her in ways that never happened with Daniel.
“Not everything is about money,” Taleb replied.
“Says the man driving an Aston Martin.”
Ignoring her comment, Taleb continued, as he guided Claire to the next exhibit. “Look there,” he told her, as he pointed to the smaller and simpler items in the glass case. His arm brushed up against her body causing Claire to close her eyes at the mini fireworks shooting off in her body.
“Those are items that were found inside the graves of average people. While they are not overly ornate or covered in gold, they tell a story as to who they were. America is a very young country that is a mix of cultures and religions. While it is something that I can appreciate, you also seem to lack any sort of appreciation for old things , as you put it.”
The combination of his deep voice and touch was too much for Claire as she felt herself falling down that rabbit hole. She swore to herself that she would not fall for someone unattainable again. Much less so soon.
He’s arrogant and you don’t fit his profile , she reminded herself as she stepped out of the shelter of his arms under the pretense of looking at the items in the case. Resting her hands on the cool glass, she tried not to think about the sudden feeling of loss she felt at no longer being so close to him.
As they walked around the museum, Claire couldn’t resist asking, “What is wrong with other types of women?”
“They don't do it for me.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It was true that everyone had their preferred type in terms of whom they were attracted to, but his seemed way too specific. They paused in front of a painting of a couple standing at the water’s edge on the beach.
“But what about commonalities?” she asked.
“What?”
“Things in common. Simply because a woman is tall and blonde doesn’t mean that you will like the same things.”
“Well, she will like what I like,” Taleb answered arrogantly.
Claire’s mouth dropped open as she turned to stare at him. Catching a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, she punched him lightly in the arm as he turned to stare at her.
“You know, Malil has killed men for doing far less,” he told her solemnly. Before Claire could utter an apology, he burst out laughing. “Oh, I wish I had taken a picture of that look on your face to send to Kim,” he told her as he continued to laugh.
“Not funny,” Claire pouted.
“It was a little funny,” he teased.
Exiting the museum, Claire saw an ice cream truck. “Ice cream!” Claire called out excitedly as she rushed toward it with Taleb following behind.
“Hello, what would you like?” the truck owner asked her when she approached.
“Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough, please.” Claire loved her ice cream. She turned to Taleb, “Would you like some?”
“Does it taste good?”
Claire's eyes flew open. “Have you never tasted it before?”
Taleb shook
“Look there,” he told her gesturing to the small statues. “Those statues once stood guard over someone’s body. They’ve resided buried in earth for more than four thousand years and probably look close to what they did when they were first buried.”
“So, you like old things,” Claire replied finding it difficult to concentrate with his hand still on her wrist.
Sliding his hand down to her waist, Taleb guided Claire to the next exhibit, as he stood behind her and talked with his head against her ear. “It is not about old things. We are looking at ancient art that was never meant to be seen again. These are phenomenal finds that cultures today cannot appreciate their value.”
“You mean money?” It had become difficult to speak with his hand on her body. The warmth that he created was growing and beginning to churn inside her in ways that never happened with Daniel.
“Not everything is about money,” Taleb replied.
“Says the man driving an Aston Martin.”
Ignoring her comment, Taleb continued, as he guided Claire to the next exhibit. “Look there,” he told her, as he pointed to the smaller and simpler items in the glass case. His arm brushed up against her body causing Claire to close her eyes at the mini fireworks shooting off in her body.
“Those are items that were found inside the graves of average people. While they are not overly ornate or covered in gold, they tell a story as to who they were. America is a very young country that is a mix of cultures and religions. While it is something that I can appreciate, you also seem to lack any sort of appreciation for old things , as you put it.”
The combination of his deep voice and touch was too much for Claire as she felt herself falling down that rabbit hole. She swore to herself that she would not fall for someone unattainable again. Much less so soon.
He’s arrogant and you don’t fit his profile , she reminded herself as she stepped out of the shelter of his arms under the pretense of looking at the items in the case. Resting her hands on the cool glass, she tried not to think about the sudden feeling of loss she felt at no longer being so close to him.
As they walked around the museum, Claire couldn’t resist asking, “What is wrong with other types of women?”
“They don't do it for me.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It was true that everyone had their preferred type in terms of whom they were attracted to, but his seemed way too specific. They paused in front of a painting of a couple standing at the water’s edge on the beach.
“But what about commonalities?” she asked.
“What?”
“Things in common. Simply because a woman is tall and blonde doesn’t mean that you will like the same things.”
“Well, she will like what I like,” Taleb answered arrogantly.
Claire’s mouth dropped open as she turned to stare at him. Catching a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, she punched him lightly in the arm as he turned to stare at her.
“You know, Malil has killed men for doing far less,” he told her solemnly. Before Claire could utter an apology, he burst out laughing. “Oh, I wish I had taken a picture of that look on your face to send to Kim,” he told her as he continued to laugh.
“Not funny,” Claire pouted.
“It was a little funny,” he teased.
Exiting the museum, Claire saw an ice cream truck. “Ice cream!” Claire called out excitedly as she rushed toward it with Taleb following behind.
“Hello, what would you like?” the truck owner asked her when she approached.
“Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough, please.” Claire loved her ice cream. She turned to Taleb, “Would you like some?”
“Does it taste good?”
Claire's eyes flew open. “Have you never tasted it before?”
Taleb shook
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