The Sheikh's Baby Scandal. Carol Marinelli

there was no chance of hearing their neighbours’ conversation. The only sound was the gentle cascade of a fountain, the view of the marina was idyllic, and here the floor was entirely theirs.

      ‘You played your game again,’ he commented as they sat down opposite the other.

      ‘I did.’ Felicia nodded, and then met and held his gaze.

      His eyes were thickly lashed, and he had a way of looking at her that honestly felt as if she were the only person present on the planet. He gave his absolute full attention in a way that was unlike anybody Felicia had ever known.

      ‘Why don’t you just say in the first place that you are meeting me?’ he asked, because this happened rather a lot when Felicia booked their meetings.

      ‘Because I like watching them fluster when you arrive.’

      Kedah would like to see Felicia fluster—and yet she was always measured and poised and gave away so little of herself.

      He would like to know more.

      The thought continually surprised him. Kedah did not get involved with staff, yet over the past few weeks he had found himself wondering more and more about Felicia and what went on in her head.