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be a challenge. Maybe that was what called her to him, because she was a far cry from his usual type.
    “So,” he said, leading her from the restaurant and out onto the street. Reluctantly, he released her hand as they exited the building—holding hands in Dubai was considered improper, and even though he chaffed against that sort of restriction, he was a relation to the royal family and had to set a good example. “Are you planning on working the entire time that you’re here in Dubai?”
    “Most of it, yes,” Madeline said, tucking a curl behind her ear. Zayid’s gaze lingered on how slender her fingers were, and his cock twitched as he wondered how those fingers would feel as they glided over his body. “But I definitely have plans to see the city on my evenings and weekends, once I settle into a routine and recover from my jet lag.”
    “I’m glad to hear it,” Zayid said as he opened the passenger door to his silver Porsche 911. His lips quirked as he watched Madeline eye the car appreciatively before sliding into it. “Dubai is such a beautiful city. It would be a tragedy for you to stay here for three weeks and not see any of it.”
    “Indeed,” Madeline said, eyeing Zayid as he settled into the driver’s seat. “Is this your car or a rental?”
    “Mine, of course.” Zayid laughed as he started up the engine, which came to life with a satisfying purr, and shifted into first gear. “I keep several vehicles at the palace for my use while I’m in Dubai. I prefer driving my own cars rather than having to worry about taking care of someone else’s.”
    “Good point.” Madeline’s eyes roamed over the interior. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in one of these.”
    “Would you like to go for a ride?” Zayid asked, arching a brow. “Surely there’s some place in Dubai you’ve been itching to see first.”
    Madeline’s green eyes sparkled as she bit her lip mischievously. “Well, I do want to go to Khalifa Tower—”
    Zayid grinned as Madeline cut herself off with a shriek—he’d floored the gas and shot up the drive, shifting rapidly to urge the car from zero to sixty in the two-point-three seconds the Porsche 911 was famous for. As they approached the intersection, he jerked to the left, and Madeline’s high-pitched squeal matched the squeal of his tires as he peeled into traffic.
    “Jesus Christ!” she shouted. “You’re a maniac!”
    Zayid laughed as he slowed the car down to a more manageable pace. “Adir and I may be very different as far as our lifestyles and responsibility levels are concerned, but we both have one thing in common—we’re adrenaline junkies.”
    “No kidding.” Madeline let out a breath as she settled back into her seat. “I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like that in my life! I don’t even own a car.”
    “Really?” Zayid’s eyebrows shot up.
    “I grew up in New York City,” Madeline said by way of explanation.
    “Ah, yes, Manhattan.” Zayid nodded sagely as he pulled up in front of Khalifa Tower. “I’ve been there quite a few times. It’s a fascinating city.”
    “I do love it.” A smile bloomed across Madeline’s face that made Zayid’s heart stutter for a moment, and he fought the urge to frown. He wasn’t used to feeling like this around a woman. He was used to being the seducer—confident and in control. And while he wasn’t fumbling like a schoolboy with his first crush, he was certainly coming the closest to it for the first time since he could remember.
    Zayid exited the car, then handed his keys to the waiting valet before helping Madeline out of the passenger’s seat. The sensation of her slender hand curling around his sent another current of warmth through him, and he had to resist the urge to keep hold of her hand once she was on her feet. Damn the stringent laws here , he thought to himself. If they were in Paris, or even Madeline’s beloved New York City, he would not only be holding her hand, but would