Free The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

teasing me?” she asked. A job she wouldn"t need to interview for? A job where the interviewer wouldn"t be intimidated by her body guards? Was her luck finally changing?
    Her friend laughed through the phone line at Electra"s surprise. “Not at all. Are you interested?”
    “When can I start?” Electra gasped, setting her coffee cup down on the counter and searching out her grandmother"s reassuring features. Her grandmother was sitting at the kitchen table working on the daily crossword puzzle but she obviously knew something good was happening since her face crinkled into a bright, encouraging smile.
    “Whenever you"re able. If you don"t have anything planned for today, you could come down and fill out the paperwork,” she suggested hopefully.
     
    Electra glanced at her watch. “I can be there in thirty minutes.”
     
    “Great. Wear slacks that you don"t mind getting dirty,” she cautioned.
    The next four days were the most amazing in Electra"s memory. She was thrilled with her new job and, thanks to her guardian"s barely touched monthly allowance and her room with her grandmother, she didn"t care too much about the small income.
    She helped her friend grade papers, clean up classrooms, tutored kids who were having problems with their homework or their classroom assignments, find additional materials pertinent to the current classroom topics and read stories to the group of twenty five seven year olds. It was crazy at times, horrible during the moments when the children wanted to misbehave but also thrilling and creative and the children were filled with a sense of wonder at everything the teacher discussed. She loved every moment of it.
    She was so busy, she didn"t even care that the man hadn"t bothered to call back and apologize for his rude behavior. Or even to give her a chance to apologize for her fiery temper which had prompted her hang up. And she wasn"t upset about any of that. She didn"t miss him in any way, she told herself. And when she dreamed about him at night and their one night together, she just put that up to having experienced superior lovemaking technique. She was bound to feel remnants of their night together since it had been so wonderful.
When school let out on Thursday afternoon and she watched the children leave the classroom, she pushed her sadness away. The fact that the man hadn"t called meant that she"d done the right thing in leaving and definitely in hanging up on him when he was rude.
    Friday afternoon, when she sank gratefully into one of the two overstuffed chairs in her grandmother"s small family room, she was exhausted but in an odd way, rejuvenated.
    “Good week?” her grandmother asked, a gentle smile on her face as she manipulated thread and needle through fabric to magically transform the fabric into a cross stitch pillow.
    Electra laughed. “Thrilling,” she replied, thinking of the man who had started off the week in such a wonderful way. “Every moment of it.”
     
    “What about the man you spent time with on Sunday evening?” she questioned.
     
    Electra blushed and was glad Gerrard was in the kitchen reading a newspaper. “He called but I hung up on him.”
     
    She heard the newspaper rumble and the chair scrape against the tiles a moment before Gerrard"s horrified expression peered into the room. “What did you just say?” he asked.
    Electra smiled gently, knowing how Gerrard, the most moody of the three assigned to her, could sometimes take things the wrong way. “I said that the man called but I hung up on him.He was rude and said some awful things to me. Or he would have if I hadn"t stopped him,” she clarified with a frown.
    Gerrard"s throat made some odd sounds but Electra didn"t have time to interpret them before he went on.“Did you call back and apologize?” he asked, coming fully into the room and looking down at her from his greater height.
    Electra didn"t understand the expression on his face. It wasn"t anger so much as disbelief. Maybe even