Desert Encounter – Chapter 20

Three long months already that every evening without exception, Naomi went to dinner with the sheikh, sorry Emir. The matter of the death of the guard and the treachery of the concubine seemed to have become an old story.

In appearance only.

Their relationship had improved somewhat after Naomi learned of the harem’s closure and the departure of these stunningly beautiful women.

though she was disappointed to know that the she

quickly dismissed when during a conversation about the role of his co

now?

red her.

nique.

reinforced the growing feeling he had been harboring deep within him since the first day he laid his eyes on her, sleeping in this desert.

aid leave.

for unemployment upon her return.

miss a single thing of what

wanted to know everything about her.

ted in this young woman.

r long, soft hair? or perhaps her lips are still swollen with pink blo

mself together

t?

le more each time.

he had not given me. Yes, the position I held was not easy, especially when I had to assist him when he suddenly found himself too old to come to work.

years?

you?

ps, letting the delicious aroma with the fruity taste of cherries flow.

had left his cutlery to look at her attentively.

rning point in the invisible bond he was forming day by day.

. Two months earlier, he had been given the young woman’s bag which hikers found and dropped off at the nearest police station.

n informed immediately but had not wanted to say anything to the young woman for fear

ot okay to ask this kind of question to a young lady. She said, red with shame

– oh yes and why th

use……. She made a sulky gesture which finished off the sheikh

ahahahah

eyes wide and her mouth slightly in shock, she wasn’t dreaming. It was the first time that Emir laughed in front of her, he didn’t smile like a few times she was surpr

ugh, his eyes narrowed, ready to laugh. closed, it was simply beautiful, hearing the gurgling sounds of his voice did somethi

n, it was far too soon.

ything like it. Not a man laughing, no, the energy that the latter gave off even made her want to laugh

all voice

g laughing and raising an eyebrow.

her lips.

r suddenly became se

he had felt a change in himself. He knew he hadn’t been the same for a

bject.

tened up and leaned back nonchala

want to be the sheikh, the king, or eve

, detailing her from every angle, she was wearing

her uncomfortable.

l room.

before saying in a s

3 years o

re very y

yes ……sorry but

er. Emir was afraid that she would find

Her deceased fiancé was 25 years old according to the information h

are you ?

re sh

young lady I’m 29 and 30 i

old…well yes…I mean…..

ng for the right words, she was mauling her fingers at the bottom of the table

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thing, hypnotized by his stormy gaze