I Married a Sheik (5 page)

The promise of the financial windfall had caused her to bury herself in her work, barely leaving this building except to stagger home for a few hours of sleep. All in all this was turning out to be a dream job.

Now all she had to do was control her mouth and her temper, not to mention her inbred annoyance at what this man represented to her.

She probably should have considered a gag, Faith realized. It might have been easier.

Ali sighed. "I don't know how much longer my staff can continue to work the enormous hours necessary to do everything by hand." To say nothing of the hours he'd spent on the phone trying to soothe clients. "Can you complete all this in a week?"

"Once I go over all the financial concerns and get your permission to order the necessary equipment, I should have you up and operating at full speed in
less
than a week." That was with her working nearly round the clock, but she was counting on that bonus. She frowned thoughtfully. "I've been testing the system this morning, so it's up right now, but I don't suggest you use it for anything important, at least not until all the new equipment is ordered and installed."

Ali nodded, listening to her. He shifted his weight, then loosened his tie. In spite of the fact that it was late September, someone had apparently forgotten to tell Mother Nature, for the temperatures were still hovering near the 90s. In spite of the excellent air-conditioning system, it was getting warmer by the minute in his office.

"It's not necessary to go over the finances, Faith." He waved away her concern. "Purchase anything you need. Kadid will take care of all the necessary paperwork." Ali got up, went to his desk and pressed the intercom. "Kadid, could you come in please?"

Faith had learned that the elderly assistant had been with Ali since his birth. She and Kadid had become fast friends.

In the past few days, she'd found Kadid to be helpful and cooperative, not to mention exceedingly kind and totally devoted to Ali, which, she had to admit, she found surprising.

Kadid readily kept her supplied with cold colas during the day while she worked; something she considered fuel to keep her going. And she praised him regularly for it.

Yesterday, Kadid had even sat for a moment and shared a cola with her, no doubt breaking some sort of royal protocol.

A moment later the double doors opened and Kadid came in. "Ms. Martin." Smiling, he gave a slight bow in a way she found totally charming.

While Ali dressed in Western business clothing, Kadid dressed in traditional garb. Flowing cotton pants, shirt, loose moccasin-type shoes, and a long, almost floor-length sleeveless robe all in a sedate shade of beige.

She smiled in genuine warmth. "Hello, Kadid."

"Kadid, Faith will be purchasing some computer equipment for the company. Please see to it that she has the clearance to spend whatever amount necessary."

Kadid nodded. "Of course," he said, turning to Faith with another smile. "I shall take care of it immediately, Ms. Martin." In spite of her insistence that he call her Faith, he retained his thoroughly formal manner.

Looking hesitant, Kadid took a step closer to Ali to speak privately. "I beg your pardon, Sheik El-Etra, but Mrs. Jourdan's in the waiting room. She does not have an appointment, but she is…concerned about a matter and asked if she could wait to see you."

"Maureen is here?" Ali frowned, then walked around to the front of his desk. "Please show her in." He turned to Faith. "You do not mind? This should only take a moment. Maureen is a very old and very dear friend, not to mention a client." He straightened his tie, smoothed down his collar. "If she's upset I need to see her."

"Not at all." Faith leaned back in her chair, oddly surprised that a man like Ali would take the time to personally soothe the concerns of one client. She would think he'd leave the day-to-day business to his staff.

"Show her in immediately, Kadid."

A few moments later, Kadid led a woman of about seventy into the room. Smartly dressed, she wore a sapphire-blue suit that seemed to match her eyes, and carried a wolf's-head cane that she leaned on heavily. Her shock of silver hair was cropped close, but elegantly styled.

"Maureen." With a look of pure adoration that transformed his arrogant face into something almost breathtaking, Ali went to her, took her free hand in his and kissed it gallantly, making the woman smile. "It is good to see you." He kissed her hand again, and Faith could see the genuine affection radiating from him. Curious, she couldn't help but watch. "It's been too long."

"It's good to see you, too, Ali." She kissed his cheek in return. "And you're as much of a charming rascal as ever," she said, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze.

"I saw your parents at Joe Colton's birthday party last night. It was good to see them again." The woman's brows drew into a frown. "You heard about the attempt on Joe's life?"

Ali nodded. "Yes, I did. I spoke with my father late last night and he told me about it." The attempt on Joe Colton's life, in his own home, at his own birthday party was simply beyond comprehension.

"I can't possibly imagine why anyone would want to hurt Joe Colton."

"Neither can I," Ali concurred with a nod. "But I'm afraid there are some very sick, irrational people in this world." Ali shrugged. "I'm certain the police are doing everything they can to find the culprit."

"Mmm…I hope so." The woman glanced around, then spotted Faith. One elegant brow lifted as she turned back to Ali with a mischievous smile. "Well, well, well, I'd say your parents' taste in women is finally improving."

He laughed. "No, Maureen. You misunderstand." He glanced at Faith. Their eyes met, held, and Faith felt a sting of heat arc and sizzle between them. Stunned, she tried to shift her gaze, but found she couldn't. It was as if his magnetism had taken hold of her and refused to let go.

There was warmth and humor in his eyes that softened his arrogant facade and almost took her breath away. He seemed much more human this way—and so much more dangerously attractive.

"Maureen, this is Faith Martin, a computer consultant I've hired to handle this ridiculous problem we're having."

Maureen looked at Faith again, then sighed. "Pity. She's lovely."

"Yes, I agree." As Ali glanced at Faith again, their eyes met, clashed, clung, and she flushed, stunned by his comment and the look in his eyes.

She was entirely certain no man had ever called her lovely before. Nor could she recall a man looking at her quite the way Ali had just looked at her. It made her skin flush, and her heart skip a beat.

Still smiling he turned back to the older woman. "So tell me, to what do I owe the great pleasure of your company? It's been too long, you know. You promised to have dinner with me last month." Ali held her hand as she lowered herself into the club chair, setting her cane next to her. Ali sat on the ottoman in front of her, giving her his full attention.

"I'm fine, Ali, truly." She sighed and adjusted herself more comfortably in the chair. "I know I promised to have dinner with you, but I don't like to leave Alfred alone in the evenings if I can help it." She smiled up at him. "You know how much he enjoys company." She reached out and took Ali's hand, holding it like a lifeline. "The staff told me you stopped to play bridge with him one afternoon last week."

"And he beat me soundly." Ali's eyes twinkled. "But please do not let it get around that I was playing hooky." He leaned close and dropped his voice to a scandalous whisper. "I was supposed to be at an investors' meeting. If Kadid finds out I was playing hooky, heads will roll."

"You devil." She laughed, giving his hand another affectionate squeeze.

"So what brings you here?" There was concern on his face, in his eyes as he watched her. "You know all you have to do is call and I will come to you." She looked so troubled, he laid a hand to her cheek. "Maureen, tell me, what is it that is troubling you?"

"You always could read me." Her smile was tremulous. "Ali, I've brought something for you to look at." With a frown, she dug an envelope out of her black leather handbag. "I received this notice from the rehabilitation center." Ali took the envelope, removed the contents, then began reading.

"They're raising their rates again, I'm afraid." There was a small catch in her voice. "I thought I'd better bring it to you to look at." She watched him as he read. "I'm very concerned. You know, Alfred has been doing so much better there. It's the first place where he's actually shown some improvement." She bit her lower lip, a sheen of tears in her eyes. "I really don't want to have to move him, but I'm not certain I can afford to keep him there if they keep raising their rates. This is the second year in a row. I don't know how much longer—"

"Maureen." After folding the letter back in the envelope, Ali took both of her hands in his, kissing the fingertips. "I have told you before, do not concern yourself with these financial problems. Your investments are all solid and secure, and growing day by day. You have entrusted me with these financial matters and I would never let you down. I take my responsibilities seriously."

She scooted forward. "Oh, Ali, I know, I wasn't questioning—"

"Yes, I know, Maureen." Patting her hand, he smiled at her. "You have more than enough to worry about now, and as I've said in the past, there is more than enough money to take care of whatever needs you or Alfred have now or in the future."

Some of the worry left her face. "And you're sure, Ali? I mean, I know how expensive all of Alfred's care is—"

He touched her cheek again. "Please, Maureen. Trust me."

"Oh Ali, you know I trust you. Truly. It's not that…" Her smile was still shaky. "I know I'm being silly but—"

"You are never silly, Maureen. Tell me, what is it I can do to ease your mind?"

"Just to be on the safe side, just so I'll feel better, could you just check my account? I know you've been having some problems with your computers, so if you could just check—"

"But of course." Standing up, Ali glanced at Faith. "Is there a way you can get me into my computer so I can check a balance?"

Faith was so stunned by the affection between Ali and this woman, it took a moment for her to realize he was speaking to her.

"Faith?"

"I'm sorry." She jumped to her feet. "Of course." She crossed the room to his desk and booted up his computer. "Ali, can you put your password in?"

He came around the desk, stopping so close to her their bodies were touching. His masculine scent, his warmth seemed to radiate from him to her. Her pulse sped up and she felt a quick flash of heat, fire.

Her throat went dry while her palms grew damp. Absently, she wiped them down her jeans and shifted her weight away from him, so that they were no longer touching. She couldn't seem to think when he was touching her.

Quickly, with great concentration, Ali tapped in a few letters, then glanced at her, his eyes dark, intent, as if he too had felt the flash of heat between them.

With nervous fingers, Faith plugged in the code that opened the correct accounting program, quickly bringing up the accounts. "I'm sorry, your last name is Jourdan?" She glanced at Maureen.

"Yes."

Faith spelled it out to be certain she typed it in accurately. A screen popped up with Maureen and Alfred Jourdan's names at the top. Faith didn't want to look, or pry, but she would have had to have been blind not to see the amount of money in the account.

She glanced up at Ali. His face was cool, calm, serene. She glanced back at the screen. Something didn't add up. Perhaps there was another account. She punched in another set of numbers, but no other files were found.

Concerned because she'd been privy to their conversation, Faith looked curiously at Ali once again. He met her gaze levelly, as if willing her not to speak. It was not her place, or her business, so she said nothing, stepping back so he could view the computer screen.

Ali retrieved a pair of reading glasses from his pocket and leaned down to examine the screen for a moment.

"There now, see?" With a delighted smile, he straightened, then hit the button that would close it before anyone else could view the figures. "There is more than enough money to cover whatever expenses you and Alfred have. I'm sorry you haven't gotten a statement yet this month."

"Posh, Ali, you know I can never read or understand those blasted things. That's why I tell you to keep them and do it for me."

"Yes, I know, dear." He replaced his reading glasses in his pocket. "So now will you please stop worrying?" He chuckled. "Pretty soon you may have more money than me."

The woman laughed in relief, putting a hand to her heart. "Thank you, Ali." She expelled a deep breath. "I knew I'd feel better if I stopped to see you." She smiled. "You do always calm me down."

He went to her, helped her to her feet, then handed her her cane. "Now, if I promise to come to dinner next week, do you promise to stop worrying?"

She paused at the double door. "I promise." She leaned up and kissed his cheek again. "Thank you, Ali. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Probably find another man to charm." He lifted her hand for a kiss. "And you are most welcome." He opened the double doors to walk her out. "Now, give my love to Alfred, tell him I'll stop by on Friday for another game, but this time I intend to win."

"Don't count on it, Ali," she said with a laugh. "In some things he hasn't lost his touch." There was a sad wistfulness in her voice.

Faith stood behind Ali's desk, confused, concerned, waiting for him to return.

"You lied to her," she accused the moment he closed the doors behind him.

If he was surprised by her accusation, he didn't show it. "Yes, Faith, I did." His voice was so calm, so complacent.

"But you said she was a dear friend."

"
That
was not a lie, Faith." He went to the windows to draw the drapes against the heat of the late afternoon sun. "She is a very dear friend." He turned to her. "And a client."

Faith cocked her head, anger simmering just below the surface. "Do you always lie to your clients?" The mere thought appalled her.