Free Sheikh's Scandalous Mistress by Jessica Brooke, Ella Brooke Page B

sex I’ve ever had .
    She thought of everything they’d done both in the tub and out of it, the completion she’d felt when he’d fully made love to her. They’d been swept up in a rush, but the passion had carried them through so much in this very bed, and for hours. Her mouth was split open in a wide grin just thinking about it.
    “Hello? Hey, Margery, what’s up? Do you know it’s still sort of early here?”
    That was a lie. It was close to noon, but she hadn’t fallen asleep before 4 a.m. It still felt early to her.
    “Oh my God! You have no idea what’s going on, do you?”
    Her heart started thudding, and her mind flashed back to her actual reality and the uphill battle that was facing her once she went back to the States. “Did Senator Jackson try something on you? You’re not blackballed or anything, are you?”
    “No, but I mean…when I said that you should have a fun date with Sheikh Bahan, I didn’t mean that you should…oh, Amanda, what have you done?”
    What is she even talking about?
    Her heart was pumping hard in her chest and she felt beads of sweat collect at her temples. “I don’t understand.”
    “It’s everywhere. You and he got up to some very intense things at the gallery opening party. Someone must have snuck footage, or I don’t know what, but it’s been all over the gossip sites on the web and even E! is talking about it.”
    Her stomach roiled, and she wanted to vomit. This wasn’t possible. The security detail had been watching them. Besides, Amir owned everything in Ali Babba’s. Had this all been some sick setup? Was this some game he played? If he owned the cameras and the security stuff, did he save some special footage as a kink?
    Acid started to burn in her throat even as tears strayed down her cheeks. “I…this can’t be happening.”
    “Baby,” Margey said. “I don’t know what’s going on over there, but it’s just wall to wall. You need to come home, and we’ll figure this all out. I’m so sorry. I know that I encouraged everything with the sheikh, but just get back and we’ll figure it all out.”
    “I’ll do that,” she gasped out, hating how tinny and thin her voice sounded.
    Standing up, she clicked her phone off and rushed out of the bedroom. She just needed to confront him. She stomped through his quarters until she finally came to his office. He was on the phone, speaking in rapid-fire Arabic with someone. When she got there, she noticed that he had the TV tuned to one of the infotainment channels, where there was a scrawl at the bottom of the screen about both of them.
    “Did you do this?” she demanded, her body shaking with her anger.
    Amir flinched at the sight of her and finished the conversation quickly. Then he crossed the room to her. “Are you okay?”
    “No! How long have you known about this? Do you sneak pictures and video from your casino cam of all your conquests?” she demanded, reaching back to slap him. This time, unlike the first out on the balcony, Amir was distracted and her hand thudded against his cheek and beard with a heavy smack.
    Amir’s head snapped back and he rubbed at his face. “I didn’t. Someone in my video security team is extremely fired. I’m trying to figure out which bastard did it, leaked that to the tabloids for cash. When my legal team is done with him, he won’t have anything to his name.”
    She stilled, relieved that he seemed to be telling the truth. The way that his nostrils were flaring and the vein was throbbing in his forehead, the reaction was just too genuine. Amir was as surprised and pissed as she was. Yet all of this was her fault too. She’d been swept up in passion, in his touch, and then she’d made a fool of herself for the whole planet to see.
    It had to be all the stress from being demoted, all the fears of Jackson’s creeping presence. She let herself want something for once, just one thing with Amir, and now she’d ruined her reputation. As good as she’d felt last