The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress Page 9

  The room was packed with people, and I’d gotten there late and was near the back. I decided to quietly duck out and get myself in order. I excused myself as I slid into the aisle and then I walked quickly out the swinging doors of the conference room. The hall was full of people waiting for a lecture in one of the adjoining rooms and my lungs tightened down. I suddenly felt claustrophobic and my eyes blurred with tears.

  I swung around to head in a different direction, away from the press of bodies blocking the elevator, and I ran head long into a solid wall of human chest. I noticed how nice the fabric of the suit was, and the silk of the shirt underneath. I was a mess at this point and really didn’t know what was happening.

  I apologized to the suit and the chest my face had just hit, and went to turn. Two big hands came to my arms and held me fast. It was then that my head filled with a familiar scent and that invisible harp string vibrated again, this time it jumped and leapt and my knees went wobbly. Then I looked up.

  “Hello Sarah, my goddess.”

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