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

physical intimacy. Certainly not that.
    But that hadn't stopped Rafiq feeling betrayed when Naima had managed to engineer the cancellation of the intended wedding. Recriminations had been intense and painful, and Rafiq was still sure that his parents and two brothers blamed him for the breakdown. Family honor was a powerful thing for the Al Kharif family. Their father, Emir, had taken the postponement of his eldest sons marriage far too personally, as far as Rafiq was concerned.  
    His father was a proud man, almost as proud as his own brother Kamal, Rafiq's uncle. Perhaps there had been some envy, as all three of Kamal's sons had recently married.  
    Rafiq recalled how he'd attended all three of the weddings. They'd been joyous affairs. His cousins Zayed, Raz and Tariq were all good men. They deserved the obvious happiness they had found with their three American wives.
    So, why had things turned out so badly for Rafiq?
    The lift halted and Rafiq stepped out into the corridor. He made his way to the door of his suite. Opening the door, he entered the sanctuary he already knew so well. He'd stayed here so many times in the past few years it had become like a second home to him.
    Rafiq's suitcases had been placed in the center of the room, as usual. He drew in a deep breath, savoring the scented air of the luxurious suite. The decor was modern and he loved the view from the balcony. He could see across the rooftops of London, although right now, with the rain hammering against the windows, there wasn't much to see beyond the damp haze.
    Rafiq threw off his jacket and fetched a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. He flopped down on the sofa and stretched his body, releasing the tension in his muscles.
    Rafiq gazed around the room, feeling a calmness settle in him. He thought about Mia again, and the upcoming dinner date. Was it a date? As far as he was concerned it was very much a date. Maybe he'd get a second chance to convince Mia that he wasn't the ogre she so obviously thought he was. He glanced around the room and an idea flitted into his mind.
    He went to the phone and heard the click at the other end.
    "Yes, Mr Al Kharif. What can I do for you?" the receptionist said.
    "I'd like you to arrange a meal in my room for eight o'clock," Rafiq said to the man.
    "Is that just for yourself, sir?" the man asked.
    Rafiq paused wondering whether what he was thinking about was even a good idea. Then he made his decision.
    He spoke clearly into the phone. "No. Make that a dinner for two. To be delivered to my room. I'll be having a guest."

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    It was eight o'clock and she was right on time. Mia stood in the hotel lift, her high-heels sinking into the thick carpet. She grasped a thick folder in her right hand, a folder that was even thicker than the one she had taken to the earlier meeting with Rafiq.  
    Mia felt butterflies dancing inside her stomach. The sensations fought for attention with the slight irritation she was struggling to contain at learning that Rafiq had asked for her to be sent up to his room. She'd assumed he'd be waiting for her in the restaurant. After all, they were supposed to be having dinner. So, why did he want to see her in his private penthouse?
    Well, it was going to be a brief visit to this lion's den, she told herself. Because that was what it felt like. She imagined Rafiq up there waiting for Mia to arrive. Maybe he'd try and ply her full of drink, persuade her to spend some time in his penthouse. Mia pursed her lips and scowled at the display that told her she had one more floor left before arriving at the top. Well, she'd show him just how much she had changed; demonstrate that she wasn't just another of his casual flings.
    The lift halted and the doors opened. She started to walk out of the lift but came to an abrupt halt.
    Rafiq was standing in the corridor. He was smiling at Mia. She gasped and saw him grin as if he'd already won an immediate victory. But, that wasn't the only reason she