Never Resist A Sheikh (International Bad Boys) - Plot & Excerpts
Behind her stood one of the veiled women who didn’t speak any English and who was now pinning a length of snowy white silk in her hair. She stared at the stranger in the glass. Her face was pale, her eyes huge. They’d been carefully lined with black kohl, her mouth painted a pale pink, the freckles across her nose vanished with some powder. Simple makeup and yet not at all what she usually wore. In fact, she usually wore no makeup because she hated the stuff. Hated how it made her feel like she was once again the quiet teenager berated by her mother for not making more of herself. For paying more attention to her schoolwork than to the very important social engagements her mother insisted she attend. Which made it weird that she was now sitting here, docilely letting someone else put paint on her face and do her hair. Folding her into the strange and diaphanous robes of white silk that wrapped around her and fluttered when she moved. And all because she wanted a damn phone call. It made her feel even more like a prisoner than she did already.
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