The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) Read Online Free
Author: Elizabeth Lennox
a pair of police officers without being stopped in any way. It probably helped that she kept close to another group of laughing ladies, pretending to be a part of their group.
It took her less than ten minutes to reach the other side of the market. And only another fifteen to get back to the area where her truck was located. She no longer had her key to the ignition, but that wasn’t going to be a problem. It was just another time suck, she thought with rising anger.
Glancing behind her as surreptitiously as possible, she reached into the open window of her truck and popped the hood. Looking down at the vehicle, she flicked the switch that she’d installed months ago and the engine roared to life.
Slamming the hood of the truck closed, she hurried around to the side, slipped into the truck and drove off.
Keeping her sunglasses over her eyes even in the darkening evening, she kept her head low and her speed down.
When she was finally out of the city, she started breathing a bit easier. She’d made it this far, she told herself. She was determined to get home safely!
By the time darkness was falling, her sliced hand was throbbing but she still refused to look at the wounds. Every muscle in her body ached and she was ravenously hungry. All things that she would use to teach herself not to get into that kind of a situation again. She went through her mistakes in her mind, knowing that the first one was to have let the men into the room all at the same time. That was a beginner’s error and she definitely wasn’t a beginner. Over and over again on the drive across the rugged dessert, she played the scenes in her mind. Especially the one when that man…she wished she knew his name…had touched her!
It infuriated her that he’d touched her like that! He’d had no reason to do that! None at all. He’d just been acting like a bully!
The whole drive back to her “house”, she railed at the man’s audacity as well as berated herself at her own stupidity for putting herself into a position where a man could do that to her. She should have been smarter and faster, should have checked with her sources so that she would have known that rebels were active in the area and not gone there. There were so many things she should and shouldn’t have done, losing her work at the very top of that list, but she wasn’t giving up. She’d just have to figure out what had really happened today, who those men were and…yes, she was going to get her work back!
Hopefully, that horrible man hadn’t simply erased her material. She’d worked so hard over the past few months to get all of those interviews, all the historical information and…goodness, those pictures! All of those pictures of the secret areas. Some of her work was backed up to her computer but the past few days, she hadn’t been home and hadn’t had a chance to back up her work!
Just another lesson, she told herself. She’d handle things better if anything like this happened again. Next time, she’d be stronger, faster, smarter.
Chapter 2
Jurar growled as he walked into his office that night, furious with himself and his team for losing the woman. He dumped her bag on his desk and pressed a button.
“Yes, Your Highness?” his aide asked immediately.
“Get the head of the tech department to my office.” He didn’t add the word “immediately” to his “request”. That was assumed.
“Yes, Your Highness,” and the man clicked off.
Jurar paced furiously across his office, his mind sifting through the information he had on the woman he’d temporarily captured this afternoon. Never would he have believed that a woman would be part of the rebel movement. He’d thought that group was part of the ultra-conservative faction that believed women should be barefoot and pregnant, in the house and only stepping out of it to get household supplies.
They were a shrinking
It took her less than ten minutes to reach the other side of the market. And only another fifteen to get back to the area where her truck was located. She no longer had her key to the ignition, but that wasn’t going to be a problem. It was just another time suck, she thought with rising anger.
Glancing behind her as surreptitiously as possible, she reached into the open window of her truck and popped the hood. Looking down at the vehicle, she flicked the switch that she’d installed months ago and the engine roared to life.
Slamming the hood of the truck closed, she hurried around to the side, slipped into the truck and drove off.
Keeping her sunglasses over her eyes even in the darkening evening, she kept her head low and her speed down.
When she was finally out of the city, she started breathing a bit easier. She’d made it this far, she told herself. She was determined to get home safely!
By the time darkness was falling, her sliced hand was throbbing but she still refused to look at the wounds. Every muscle in her body ached and she was ravenously hungry. All things that she would use to teach herself not to get into that kind of a situation again. She went through her mistakes in her mind, knowing that the first one was to have let the men into the room all at the same time. That was a beginner’s error and she definitely wasn’t a beginner. Over and over again on the drive across the rugged dessert, she played the scenes in her mind. Especially the one when that man…she wished she knew his name…had touched her!
It infuriated her that he’d touched her like that! He’d had no reason to do that! None at all. He’d just been acting like a bully!
The whole drive back to her “house”, she railed at the man’s audacity as well as berated herself at her own stupidity for putting herself into a position where a man could do that to her. She should have been smarter and faster, should have checked with her sources so that she would have known that rebels were active in the area and not gone there. There were so many things she should and shouldn’t have done, losing her work at the very top of that list, but she wasn’t giving up. She’d just have to figure out what had really happened today, who those men were and…yes, she was going to get her work back!
Hopefully, that horrible man hadn’t simply erased her material. She’d worked so hard over the past few months to get all of those interviews, all the historical information and…goodness, those pictures! All of those pictures of the secret areas. Some of her work was backed up to her computer but the past few days, she hadn’t been home and hadn’t had a chance to back up her work!
Just another lesson, she told herself. She’d handle things better if anything like this happened again. Next time, she’d be stronger, faster, smarter.
Chapter 2
Jurar growled as he walked into his office that night, furious with himself and his team for losing the woman. He dumped her bag on his desk and pressed a button.
“Yes, Your Highness?” his aide asked immediately.
“Get the head of the tech department to my office.” He didn’t add the word “immediately” to his “request”. That was assumed.
“Yes, Your Highness,” and the man clicked off.
Jurar paced furiously across his office, his mind sifting through the information he had on the woman he’d temporarily captured this afternoon. Never would he have believed that a woman would be part of the rebel movement. He’d thought that group was part of the ultra-conservative faction that believed women should be barefoot and pregnant, in the house and only stepping out of it to get household supplies.
They were a shrinking
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