The Sheikh's Reunion Bride (Qazhar Sheikhs 4) Read Online Free Page B

chair. When she looked up she caught Rafiq watching her, his gaze filled with what looked suspiciously like appreciation.
    "I can get some extra documents to you later today, if you like," Mia offered.
    Rafiq nodded. "That would be fine."
    "I think once you've looked over them, you'll see what our concerns are," Mia said.
    Rafiq nodded and seemed suddenly preoccupied. The waiter entered the restaurant at the far end of the room. Rafiq looked toward him and then turned to Mia. "I'd like you to join me for dinner tonight," he announced.
    Mia froze for a moment and gazed at Rafiq. Was he serious? Didn't he realize that this was just about business? There was no reason for her to accept such an invitation.
    "I have something arranged for this evening," she said knowing she didn't sound too convincing.
    Rafiq quirked a brow at Mia. "Really?" he asked. He paused and examined her features. "Why don't I believe you?"
    Mia tugged at the front of her jacket, reached down to grab her briefcase and stood. "I don't really care whether you believe me or not. I'm rather busy."
    Rafiq stood and moved around the table to stand by her side. He seemed to loom over her, even though she was wearing heels. "Doing what?" he asked with a grin.
    Mia looked up at his face. There was a mischievous expression there that made her determined to rebuff him. "I... have a date with someone else," she said hesitantly.
    "Really," he exclaimed flatly. "A date." He raised a querying brow. "With a man?"
    Mia squinted at Rafiq and gasped. "Of course with a man. What do you take me for?" she asked indignantly. She raised her chin up, pushing her face defiantly toward his.
    Rafiq held his ground, meeting her challenging glare. "I don't think you're a very good liar. In fact, you're probably the worst liar I've ever met," he said and then smiled broadly.
    Mia felt the color rush to her cheeks. Rafiq's gaze was unflinching. There was a long moment during which their eyes were locked upon each other. Why did it feel so right to be so close to him again, she asked herself. Had she completely forgotten just how he could affect her? She felt a sudden rush of indignation. She'd show him that things had changed; that she wasn't the innocent wallflower he'd known that summer.
    Mia sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay. I'll bring the papers with me, and we can discuss them over dinner." She peered at him. "A business dinner," she added firmly.
    "That sounds perfect," Rafiq said. She could hear the victory in his voice.
    Mia started to make her way toward the hotel reception. Rafiq walked alongside her, and she was intensely aware of his easy panther-like movements. He had such a powerful presence she couldn't imagine any woman giving up the opportunity to be his lover, let alone his bride.  
    They emerged from the restaurant and paused in the reception area. A few guests were seated on the luxurious sofas by the window. Mia saw Rafiq glance at the guests. He leaned closer to her and she caught his scent, a glorious mixture of sweet cologne and freshly washed skin. He'd probably showered on his private jet on the way to London, she told herself.
    His face was inches from her, and she saw, closeup, the dark, rough shadow across his chin. His skin was naturally colored with the healthy sun of the desert. He seemed so out of place in the confines of the luxury hotel reception, as if he had been caged against his will.
    His eyes narrowed. "I hope you don't change your mind," he murmured.
    Mia frowned. "Why would I do that?"
    Rafiq drew in a deep breath and quirked a brow. "I don't know. I got the impression I make you nervous," he said softly.
    Mia gasped. "Nervous? You're joking, right?"
    Rafiq shook his head. "Not at all. I haven't forgotten our little tryst all those summers ago."
    Mia felt her throat tighten. How dare he mention it in that way. He made it sound so sleazy. Nothing had happened, and he knew it. "We didn't have a tryst, as you call it, Rafiq."
    She saw his eyes