The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

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    The man looked down at his outstretched hands filled with SD cards.  “These are high resolution cards, Your Highness,” he said, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with his nervousness.  “There are possibly thousands of pictures on each of these cards.”
    “Exactly.  I need to narrow down potential targets.”
    The man’s eyes widened.  He looked up at his ultimate boss, then back down at his hands with all of the plastic cards.  It took a few moments but eventually, his resolve firmed up and his lips compressed.  “Yes sir.  I mean, Your Highness.  I’ll get right on it,” he said and turned around.  He was in such a hurry, he actually bumped into the doorframe, looked back at Jurar and then cleared his throat as he walked through the open door, mumbling his apology. 
    By the following morning, Jurar was even more furious.  Not only had his security team not caught the woman, but there was no sign of her!  He’d had trouble getting to sleep because he’d been imagining all the things he wanted to do to her, with her.  And then when he’d finally gotten to sleep, his mind still had tormented him with erotic dreams of the woman and even more possibilities.  With a woman like that, with those cat-like eyes staring up at him, his mind was extremely inventive. 
    So when he walked into the Kilar Palace the following morning for the first of a series of meetings to try and ease the tensions between Drakar and Kilar, he was still in a foul mood.
    “Good morning, Sheik al Tinora,” Sheik Ramzi bowed as Jurar approached.  “It is an honor to have you here this morning.  And I want to reiterate how appreciative I am that you reached out to start these discussions.  I will endeavor to reciprocate in kind.”
    Jurar bowed as well, taking the other man’s hand, surprised that Ramzi del Abass Samara, Sheik of Kilar was about the same height and brawn as he was.  It was rare to find a man he could look in the eye. And even more rare for a man in his position to be fit.  Jurar had always respected Sheik Samara for his political prowess and both his interior and foreign policies.  The man was adamant at protecting his people, but fair to the rest of the world.  And well respected.  He was one of the few leaders who knew the rules and was smart enough to win even when playing within those rules. 
    “Thank you for agreeing as well.  I know we have a lot of difficult issues to deal with.”
    “Shall we get started?” Ramzi suggested.  He then turned and introduced the other members of the discussions, including his two brothers, Rais and Turk, also tall men. 
    Four hours later, ties were loosened and jackets discarded as the men surrounding the table argued back and forth about the terms of the negotiations. 
    Ciala stepped into the conference room, cringing at the exasperated tones she heard.  “Gentlemen, how about a break for lunch?” she offered.  Turning to her brother, she smiled as brightly as she could.  “I’ve asked the chef to set up a buffet in the next room.” 
    Jurar was startled by the woman who entered the room.  It wasn’t just that she was beautiful…there was something familiar about her but he wasn’t sure what it was.  He was fairly certain that he’d never been introduced to this beauty, but….
    No, that wasn’t quite right he thought as everyone stood up and moved towards the set of double doors that had opened up, revealing an elegant feast.  But his eyes were drawn towards the woman, watching her.  She was refined and beautiful in a very soft, very delicate way.  As each man passed by, they paused to greet her and she reciprocated, commenting to each of them, asking about their wife or children.  All of the men treated her with the utmost respect but he wasn’t sure who she was. 
    “Sheik al Tinora,” Ramzi called out.  Jurar walked over to the man but his eyes never left the lovely features of the woman greeting each of the men by