Traded To The Sheikh
SHEIKH ZAGEO bin Sultan Al Farrahn was not amused. Not only had there been criminal trespassing in the walled grounds of this family property — his mother's pleasure palace on the legendary spice island of Zanzibar — but also criminal use of the private harbour by a drug-running French yachtsman who was actually offering him a woman to warm his bed in exchange for letting him go.
Did the sleazy low-life think he was speaking to the kind of man who'd indulge in indiscriminate sex?
"She's very special," the drug-dealer pleaded with all the oiliness of a practised pimp. "A genuine strawberry- blonde. Hair like rippling silk, falling to the pit of her back. Beautiful, bright, blue eyes. Lush breasts..." His hands shaped an hourglass figure. "Fantastic legs, long and..."
"A virgin, as well?" Zageo cut in mockingly, despis- ing the man for thinking he could trade his whore for his own freedom, for thinking the trade could even be an acceptable possibility. "Completely untouched," Jacques Arnault instantly replied, a consummate liar, not so much as a flicker of an eyelash nor the twitch of a facial muscle to betray any unease with t ... read full excerpt from: Traded to the Sheikh ebook
