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  The Arabian Billionaire, Book Two: Arabian Kiss

  By D.C.Chagnon

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  Copyright 2014 D.C. Chagnon

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  Other Books in The Arabian Billionaire Trilogy

  The Arabian Billionaire, Book One: Arabian Seduction

  The Arabian Billionaire, Book Three: Arabian Touch

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  Chapter 1

  “Is everything okay?” the woman who had escorted them to and from the meeting asked. Realization sunk in, and the sheikh brought Josie back up to her feet. Josie straightened her top and walked out of the lift.

  “Thank you,” she said to the sheikh. She felt really awkward. She did not understand what had just happened in there. The sheikh did not offer a response to her gratitude. He too was feeling really awkward. He was not sure what had just happened. Why he felt like he was going to— He was not even going to think the word. In fact he was going to redirect his thoughts.

  They both nodded at the woman before they left. The limo driver pulled up at the front; he got out of the car and opened the door for them. Josie made herself comfortable then looked out of the window; it wasn’t like there was ever anything for them to talk about anyway.

  “We have another meeting in a couple of days,” the sheikh said coldly like nothing had happened. Josie turned her head to look at him.

  “We?” she said.

  “You and I.”

  “It's like my opinion is invalid here.”

  “This is a great opportunity you have here. One most people would kill for, and you do not seem to appreciate it.”

  Josie rolled her eyes. Talking to this man was pointless. She sighed heavily. “I do appreciate it, but it wouldn't hurt if you asked me, or if you spoke to me politely,” she said. The sheikh stared at her blankly.

  “You are very impolite yourself. You need to address me in a proper manner,” the sheikh said. He knew that was going to set her off. Strangely he was looking forward to it. He was still serious though. He was a sheikh and not just any sheikh but a Zahid. He had to be spoken to formally with respect and politeness.

  “Treat others as you want them to treat you,” Josie snapped. His arrogance was getting to her. Yes, he was the sheikh, but that did not make him more special than anyone else.

  “That mouth of yours will get you in trouble.” That luscious mouth, he thought.

  “What?”

  “You need to learn how to behave like a woman.”

  Great! Not only are you arrogant, you are conceited. “You have no right to speak to me however you please. I have not done anything to deserve your judgment. I do not need to learn anything. If anyone needs to learn, it’s you!” Josie was definitely angry now. She had been suppressing the anger, but it was now beyond her control.

  “And what do I need to learn?” The sheikh's voice and face had not changed. He was so still, so calm like still waters.

  “You are too arrogant. You maybe the sheikh, but you are still a normal person. You're not that special, so quit acting like you are.” Josie folded her arms and looked out of the window. The sheikh raised an eyebrow. She was the first woman who did not worship the ground he walked on, and it slightly bothered him. He was not used to people speaking to him however they pleased. He was not used to disrespect. This woman had to be tamed at all costs. “You are so pretentious, and I just discovered that you are sexist too,” Josie added.

  The sheikh laughed. Josie frowned. That was not the reaction that she was expecting. She assumed he would get angry and try to say something harsher to her. She was not even sure that she had ever heard him laugh. Even his laugh was cool and together.

  “What's funny?” Josie was confused.

  “The fact that you think I am pretentious,” the sheikh said and pulled his phone out.

  “And that is funny because?”

  The sheikh did not even bother to answer her. Instead he dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. He started speaking in Arabic. He seemed to be having a serious conversation. Josie couldn't help but find his speaking in Arabic very alluring. She mentally slapped herself and looked away. There was no way she would allow herself to look at this despicable man any other way. She folded her arms and looked out of the window.

  The limo pulled up outside what seemed like a restaurant. “Where are we?” Josie asked the sheikh who was still on the phone. He put his hand up to stop her from talking. Before Josie could react, the driver opened the door for her. She got out of the car; some fresh air would do her good. After a few seconds, the sheikh got out of the car too. He gestured for her to follow him, and like a puppy she did so.

  As they walked into the restaurant, people stopped and stared. Some people took pictures with their phones. Josie slightly hid behind the sheikh. He did not even seem bothered by them; he ignored them completely.

  “Sheikh Zahid!” a woman said and approached them. The sheikh did not even turn or stop. Josie poked him on the arm. The sheikh looked down at her.

  “Aren't you going to at least acknowledge these people?” she asked.

  “Yes, Jamal,” the woman said. The sheikh frowned when he heard his name. He turned his head and saw the familiar face.

  “Aaliyah,” the sheikh said quietly.

  “I am surprised you still remember me.”

  “What do you want?”

  Josie's head kept turning from the sheikh to the woman. Things had just gotten a little interesting. Aaliyah was taller than Josie. She had long, shiny, thick, black hair, high cheekbones, honey-colored skin, a straight, small nose and long eyelashes. She was slim. She wore a tight-fitting, nude-colored dress and black pumps. Josie admitted her beauty silently. She looked like she would be on a cover of some magazine.

  “Still the same, I see,” Aaliyah said to the sheikh. She looked down at Josie. “And is this your new lover?” she asked.

  “Hell n—” the sheikh cut Josie off before she could even finish.

  “What do you want, Aaliyah?” he said. “If it's nothing important, then you will have to excuse me. I have important business to attend to.” Josie felt a little annoyed. He always had to cut her off.

  “If you are going to replace me, then do so with someone who is at least half the woman I am.” Aaliyah looked at Josie again. “There is no beauty here. Definitely no contest,” she added as she scanned Josie from head to toe.

  “Excuse me?” Josie felt the heat creep into her face. She was getting angry. She was not even with the sheikh that way! If she was going to get insulted, at least let it be for something she had actually done.

  “I don’t have the time to stand here and indulge in your childish behaviors.” The sheikh turned on his heel to walk off, but he saw Josie’s clenched fist. He looked at her face and saw that she was about to say something. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away.

  “Let me go!” she snapped and tried to wiggle free from him, but he was much stronger than her.

  “You will create a scene,”
he said calmly.

  “So I should let your sasquatch insult me and get away with it?”

  The sheikh did not say anything. He kept pulling her until they reached a secluded room. The waiters opened the door for them. There was one medium-sized table in the middle of the room. It was finely decorated with an expensive-looking chandelier, nice leather sofas and very extravagant chairs.

  “Sit,” the sheikh said as he pulled out a chair for her. Josie placed her hands on her hips.

  “You and your world, Very frustrating!”

  “We have a business meeting.”

  “Really? Because you told me beforehand!” Josie shouted. She barely raised her voice at people, but here she was raising it at the sheikh. He sat in his chair and just stared at her blankly.

  “You are angry.”

  “No shit.”

  “Mind your language.”

  The nerve of him!

  “Stop trying to tell me what to do. Stop ignoring me when I ask you something. And that woman—she had no right to speak to me that way. I am not shocked that such a woman was your lover!”

  “Who said she was my lover?”

  “Even a blind man could have spotted that one.”

  Before the sheikh had a chance to respond to her, the door opened, and two men dressed in suits walked in. Josie turned her head to see who it was. Oh shit, it really is a business meeting! her subconscious said. Josie greeted them reluctantly. The sheikh got up and greeted the two men. They all sat down at the table.

  Instantly they started talking about the company. The sheikh noticed that Josie was still angry. Her face was calm, but her leg was shaking. Her fists were clenched. The sheikh placed her hand on her knee, holding her leg down.

  Oh my God! Josie's subconscious screamed. This was awkward. Why was his hand there? Josie looked at the sheikh from the corner of her eye, and he was normal, like always. There wasn't a change in his expression. He was still talking to the two men like everything was normal.

  Chapter 2

  The waiters walked in with a tray of food. Everything looked posh and extravagant. Josie was not even familiar with half of the food served. She did not even dare to ask. Her goal was to make it though the lunch without doing anything embarrassing. Her eyes widened when she looked at the cutlery. There were four different types of forks next to her. She just picked the nearest one. The sheikh passed her the right one. He did it quickly before any of the other men saw her.

  Way to go Josie! She always had to embarrass herself somehow. The sheikh just had to see it. Great!

  As the lunch progressed, Josie did not talk much. She concentrated mostly on her food. Taking food from the plate and putting it in your mouth, surely that was not difficult. However in her case, it was a very difficult task.

  The sheikh was talking to the other men and eating his meal. From the corner of his eye, he could see Josie eating in a peculiar way. Clearly she did not know the etiquette judging from how she was eating and especially from her not knowing the difference between the forks. It was a relief that the lunch meeting had come to an end.

  They bid the two men farewell and headed for the limo. The driver opened the door for them. Josie's silent request was granted. The sheikh told her that he had other matters to attend to, so he had to drop her off. She did not have to stay with him any longer. At the lodge, she did not even wait for the driver to open the door for her. She did it herself and slammed the door. She walked into the lodge and found the girls sitting on the sofas.

  “Hey, Jo,” Fiona shouted as soon as Josie walked in. Josie headed straight to fridge. That small lunch that she had just eaten had not done much for her.

  “Hi,” Josie called from the kitchen. She poured herself some orange juice. When she turned as she was about to take a sip, she saw all the girls assembling behind. She jumped and put her hand on her heart. “What the heck, guys?” Josie shouted.

  “How was it? Spending time with the sheikh?!” Caroline asked. She was too eager to get the details. Josie frowned.

  “He is a jackass,” she said.

  “He's a rich man. It is to be expected,” Fiona said.

  “Seriously just because he's rich and powerful, it doesn't mean he should speak to people the way he does. He shouldn't be allowed to get away with it. He makes me so mad!” The anger in her voice was very apparent. The girls stared at her wide-eyed.

  “What has he done to you?” Jasmine asked.

  “It just gets me more annoyed with the man,” Josie replied. She gulped the rest of the orange juice and put the glass in the sink.

  “Were the meetings at least good?” Fiona asked.

  “The office meeting went well. We also had a lunch meeting which started off badly because of his ex-lover, who by the way insulted me!” Josie was getting angry just remembering it.

  “Lover!” All the girls said at the same time.

  “Probably, the way they were speaking to each other seemed that way,” Josie sighed and walked off. She could not be bothered with the whole conversation. She just wanted to go up to her room and forget it all.

  “Tell us what she looked like then,” Caroline begged.

  “Yeah, man, don't leave out the good stuff,” Jasmine added.

  “She was tall, Middle Eastern too, slim,” Josie said. She continued walking. “She was beautiful—how tragic,” she added.

  “Why tragic?”Caroline asked.

  “Such beauty wasted on a bitch,” Josie said and walked up the stairs.

  Fiona burst out laughing. Josie wasn't one to call people names; the other woman must have really gotten to her. Caroline started talking about the woman, the ex-lover. She was curious to know what she looked like, to compare and see if she herself was the sheikh's type. The girls stayed in the kitchen tossing around ideas of what his type of woman would be like.

  Caroline wanted to trade places with Josie. She wanted to be in the sheikh's company; what woman did not want that? They all could not understand why she disliked him and why she was not using this opportunity. Fiona defended her. She understood Josie. Josie was not a gold-digger or power-hungry. These things did not attract her.

  * * * *

  The sun was blazing hot. Josie and her friends were complaining. They were not used to doing physical work in the scorching heat. They weren't used to this much sun. Josie sat down with a frown on her face. She loved sun, but this was too much.

  “I'm sweating like a pig,” Fiona complained.

  “That's gross,” Caroline said fanning herself.

  Tariq walked over to them. “Are you meant to be with us today?” He asked Josie.

  “I don't know; he did not ask for me,” Josie replied.

  “I am sure you are meant to be over there. Go check if he needs you.”

  Josie got up reluctantly. She really did not want to be with the sheikh. She needed a day, when he was not insulting her or being so arrogant. She knew that was how he was and that it could not be changed. She sighed and headed for his office. When she reached his door, subconsciously she brushed her hair back with her hands. She attempted to make it a little neater than it was.

  Josie knocked on the door. The sheikh allowed her to come in. She took a deep breath before walking in. The sheikh was sitting at his desk reading. Josie entered and shut the door behind her. He did not move his head; he just looked at her through his eyelashes.

  “What do you want?” he asked and continued reading.

  And the impoliteness begins.

  “Do you need me or not?” She had decided to return the rudeness. The sheikh did not expect that. He sensed that he was getting to her; she was not so fond of him and was not afraid to hide it. No woman ever disliked him.

  “Where have you been?” he replied calmly.

  Answering a question with a question; his specialty. “In the fields. You did not call not for me.” Josie's tone had gone colder.

  “Sit.”

  “Please.”

  “Now.”

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p; Josie placed her hands on her hips. There was no way she was going to let this man treat her like this, boss her around, be rude to her, despite who he was. She stood there and did not move. The sheikh looked up from his desk. He found her silently protesting. He put the files down and sat back in his chair.

  “You are very stubborn,” he said lazily.

  “You are very rude,” she replied. She could not keep it in. She had to let him know. The sheikh's face remained expressionless. He stood up from his seat and starting walking toward Josie. Josie suddenly felt really intimidated. He was much bigger than her. His whole body was intimidating, and what’s worse was the fact that his face gave nothing away. Josie swallowed slowly. She kept a straight face and did not flinch. She was not going to back down.

  “Is that so?” he asked as he approached her. He stood in front of her, leaving only inches between them. Josie's head reached his chest.

  “Yes, and I do not appreciate it.”

  “I do not appreciate how you talk to me either. You should know how to treat a sheikh by now. Something needs to be done about this.”

  Josie felt more and more uncomfortable with every word he spoke. His voice was low and dangerous. He was too close to her. His bigness was looming over her. At this point she couldn't keep eye contact, but looking forward was just as hard. His chest was practically in her face.

  The sheikh was looking at Josie, but she wasn't looking at him. It bothered him. She was ignoring him. She found ways to disrespect him, and he did not like it. She had to be taught how to act in his presence. He placed his forefinger in her chin and gently lifted up her chin so that he could look at her face. Josie was shocked. What was he doing, why?

  “Look at me when I am talking to you,” the sheikh said.

  “Hmm.” Josie wanted to say more, but that was all she could manage. She searched his eyes. He stared at her with such intensity. Josie felt her legs slightly shake. Once again they were within close proximity of each other. How had this happened again? Josie wanted to run, but she wasn't moving.