The Sheikh's Kidnapped Bride (The Sharqi Sheikhs Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

bedroom at the end of the hallway. Directly opposite his own chambers.
    He reached the door, but before turning the key in the lock, he called through the wooden structure, “Carolyn, back away from the door so I can enter.”
    He counted to ten and then turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. He entered the room and was pleased to see that she had listened and was standing at the foot of the bed. He closed the door and locked the door, pocketing the key, never once taking his eyes off her. She was breathtaking in that gown, as she stood there taking deep breaths. Her hair hung in a tumbled mass around her and her face was flushed with anger, hinting at what she would look like when it would be from passion.
    “I understand you are unhappy about your accommodations?”
    “Accommodations? Those are what people get at a hotel. Where they’ve made a conscious choice to be. This is a prison and I want out of here and a plane back to the States. Immediately. You don’t have a clue what you’ve done!”
    Mahil tried not to let the unshed tears in her eyes dissuade him from his course. Instead, he calmly walked over to one of the two chairs in front of the fireplace and sat down, “Please join me and let’s talk.”
    Carolyn sighed dramatically and joined him, “I don’t want to talk. I want to go home.”
    “You are in trouble. Explain to me why you were so tired you fell asleep at the diner.”
    Carolyn shook her head at him, “I don’t have to tell you anything. Why have you brought me halfway around the world without my permission? There are laws against that sort of thing.”
    “It was for your own good. I want to help you with your trouble, but I needed to return for a very important meeting this morning. The only logical thing was to bring you with me. You didn’t seem to mind…”
    “Mind?! I was dead tired and didn’t even know what was happening around me!”
    “Precisely my point. Why is a beautiful young woman like you working herself into an early grave?”
    Carolyn stood up from the chair and began to pace the room, “And I’ve told you I take care of my own problems. You can’t even begin to know how much more difficult you’ve just made my life by your heavy-handed actions. I need to get home…”
    “Not until you tell me what is going on,” he insisted.
    Carolyn was standing next to a small table with a beautiful vase of flowers on it. Before Mahil could even begin to predict her next move, she had picked up the vase, flowers and all, and hurled it across the room at his head.
    Mahil leapt from the chair, ducking just in time to avoid being struck by the vase, ignoring the sound of shattering plaster and water as it smashed against the marble fireplace. “Enough!”
    He was beyond frustrated with her and the urge to yank her to him and shake some sense into her had him fisting his hands at his sides, “You are not leaving here until I know what is going on. How long that takes is entirely up to you!”
    He stalked to the bedroom door, letting himself out and clenching his jaw as he heard yet another object strike the wooden door. He heard her muted scream of frustration and shook his head in confusion as he locked the door and pocketed the key.
    All he wanted to do was help her, and he was in a position to do so, but she wouldn’t let him. He’d never had his offer of assistance turned down before and was unprepared for how to deal with the emotions it evoked. The emotions she evoked in him. Or the fact that the angrier she got, the more turned on he became.
    Shaking his head, he headed back to the main floor to find Ahmed in his library, drinking his best Scotch with a knowing look on his face. “That doesn’t sound like it went all that well,” he said blandly.
    “You heard?” Mahil asked, pouring himself a glass and downing it before pouring a second.
    “I heard some of it, but only because I had the intercom turned on.”
    Mahil shook his head. “She is being