The Sheik's Sensuous Trap

Chapter 2

Rashid Bin Faisar glanced up
impatiently
from the document he’d been reading and looked out the window
of the limousine
in an attempt to determine how much longer until they reached his penthouse.  He had a dinner meeting in thirty minutes but wanted to shower and change
but at the rate traffic was moving, he was going to be pressed for time
. 

His eyes skimmed the late evening
car
traffic and
pedestrian
s
milling about the
sidewalk, glancing at the masses of people going about their business. 
The woman with long, black hair caught his eye and his
interest
instantly responded to the
long,
sexy legs and slim figure. 
Besides her
stunning
black hair which came down almost to her waist, her legs and tiny waist were
all he could see from behind but his eyes were captured.  When the limousine
inched
forward, he was able to see her face and his stomach
muscles
tightened.  She was absolutely
spectacular
, he thought to himself. 
The woman’s high cheekbones were highlighted by beautiful, almond shaped eyes.  Her lips were full and sensuous and, at the moment, smiling at something one of her friends said.

Briefly, he considered pulling over and offering to take
the woman
out to dinner.  Perhaps a little conversation would be needed, but not many women turned him down.  In fact, it rarely happened, he thought. 

Pulling his eyes away, he forced his attention back down to the report he’d been reading.  There was no time for pleasure on this trip.  It was all business.  Perhaps another time, he considered.  His mind was reading the report but a part of his brain kept moving back to the woman on the street.  Something about her kept intruding on his concentration. 
That in itself was notable since Rashid never allowed anything to intrude on his work.  As ruler of Ibel, a country noted for its massive oil reserves as well as a powerful force within the
Middle East
, it was his duty to guide his people.  And he did so with a re
lentless pursuit of his country’
s interests, something his predecessor had not had
as his main concern
. 

Rashid’s uncle had put his own interest at the top of his list of priorities and Ibel had suffered, to the point where
, even today,
there
were
almost con
stant border battles, with loss
of life
a
part of
many
villagers
’
daily routines. 
It was an ongoing tragedy Rashid was determined to fix as soon as possible.  No one should die such senseless deaths when there was no cause
behind the violence besides
greed, misunderstanding and lies propagated by his late uncle. 

Some people, both inside and outside of Ibel, considered
Rashid
ruthless.  And worse, in some cases.  Regardless, they never doubted his loyalty
to Ibel
.  His people followed his lead without question now, trusting him on all matters. 

He glanced up again and noted that the limousine was stopped at a stop light so he could only see the back of
his mystery woman
now.  She had a very nice derriere, he thought. 

As the car moved forward slightly in the
thick
traffic, t
he street lights caught
the woman’s
profile
and Rashid tensed. 
He was startled by something in her face, her eyes.  There was a resemblance that nagged at him.  He searched through his mind’s memory, trying to figure out where he knew the woman.  Initially, he rejected political possibilities.  No woman of consequence or political significance would be out on the street alone without
body
guards.  His eyes lifted back to the woman and something about the way she lifted her hand jogged his memory.  He suddenly remembered a similar action in several news reports. 
Could it be?  His eyes sharpened on the stunning beauty walking with her friends.  She was the right age, he supposed. 

He didn’t hesitate.  If there was a possibility that the woman was who he thought she was, he would have to act
without delay. 
He
quickly
picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.  “Get me a picture of Al-Basiri’s daughter immediately,” he snapped into the receiver.  “I want it on my computer in five seconds,” he said, then snapped the cell phone closed. 

“Pull over,” he said in Arabic to his driver.  The two body guards that were sitting in the front seat turned around, looking at their employer inquiringly. 

Rashid didn’t respond, but simply counted to five while he watched the woman stop and get in line for a dance club.  When he looked down at his computer, which was already open on the seat in front of him, an e-mail popped up with an attachment. 
He pressed several buttons and looked at the image staring back at him from the screen.  Looking out the window again, a smile formed on his face. 

It wasn’t a smile filled with amusement though.  It was one of triumph.  “Change of plans,” he
said to his guards and flipped
open the phone again. 
When the person at the other end answered, he said,
“Tell the prime minister that an urgent matter has come up and I’ll have to reschedule
.
” 

To his guard, “Follow the woman with the long black hair.  Don’t let her out of your sight and let me know if she moves to another club.”  One man instantly nodded and then stepped from the car to walk discreetly across the street,
immediately
blending in with the crowd walking about
the sidewalk as they waited to gain entrance to the dance club
. 

“Get me back to the penthouse immediately,” he said to his driver.  His mind was already working through the details of his plan as his eyes took in the slender beauty laughing with her friends.  His smile was almost feral as the car drove away. 

An hour later, Rashid stepped out of the car, ignoring the two other black SUVs that pulled up behind and in front of the limousine
.  S
e
veral other body guards stepped
o
ut as well and instantly formed
a perimeter around him although to an onlooker, it would seem like they were just a crowd of men
with no knowledge of each other
. 

Rashid
walked into the dance club, now dressed in a casual pair of slacks and
white, open necked
shirt.  He didn’t wait in line like the others since the owner had already been called and warned of his arrival.  As he walked through the club,
he found the guard who
had been
left behind earlier.  He
was off to the side and nodded inconspicuously
toward
a corner area where the four women had settled. 

Rashid nodded and moved
toward
the bar area, ready to get a drink on his own.  Once he had his drink, he moved away, finding a strategic place to watch and wait until the moment was right. 

It wasn’t such a hardship, he told himself.  The woman was
more than
stunning
, having an aura or something about her that drew more than his
own
gaze
toward
her laughing persona
. 
Rashid noticed that several other men glanced her way more than once. 
Her long, black hair fell softly around her shoulders, ending just under her breasts.  The tresses framed a lovely face dominated by her smiling brown eyes which had the exotic
,
almond shaped eyes prized by models and actresses alike.  Her hands were even pretty he noticed as she lifted her drink to her mouth. 
Her long, slim fingers ended with short, tapered nails without any nail polish on them. 

Ah, and that
mouth!  Those lips were every man’s fantasy, he smiled.  They were full and red, pouting until she smiled revealing straight, white teeth.  Her movements were soft and feminine, and definitely considerate of her friends
’
feelings.  He was too far away to hear the conversation but he could see that she was only slightly amused while her friends were overcome with laughter.  She faked it well. 

The thought forced a grim smile to his face.  He’d make sure she never had to fake it with him, he told himself.  His body reacted to just the idea
of holding her in his arms, watching that luscious mouth as her body came to fulfillment
.  The image in his mind had his body reacting quickly
and he
had to take
a sip of his watered down whiskey, subduing the grimace of disgust at the poor alcohol.