Free Sheikh Obsessions - A Sheikh Romance Box Set by Holly Rayner Page A

make up her mind. It would be the cocktail dress, and maybe, just possibly, she would think about it as a date. The way Osman had stared at her when she’d entered the room had made her breath catch in her throat. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to hear it. She was even luckier when her plan to bug his phone actually had an opening. She’d dropped her scarf in the hallway on purpose, silently hoping a maid wouldn’t pick it up for her. Once he’d taken his phone out, she’d seen her chance.
     
    Guessing correctly, she was able to bank on his chivalry, and when he disappeared from sight she’d pulled out a perfectly flat black circle the size of a pea. Pulling out his phone cover, she’d placed the dot on the back of his phone and pressed it back into its case, leaving it on the side table. By the time he was back with her scarf, she was in place and ready to go. Now was not the time to deal with a Sheikh who probably wouldn’t appreciate having his phone tracked, but she would need to know where he was at all times if she was ever going to keep him safe.
     
    Now, after several minutes of fighting with her reflection in a bathroom, Beth pulled her own phone out of her purse and contemplated calling her mom. With the time difference, it would be early morning back home, but what would she even say? Hi Mom, I think I’m falling for my employer after two days of work, how are you?
     
    She was so lost in thought that when she was grabbed from behind, she barely had time to register that she was being attacked.
     
    Quickly Beth twisted her body to gain the upper hand, using her assailant’s size and weight against him. She brought his head down against the porcelain toilet, knocking him out instantly.
     
    Not a good start, she thought as she replaced her phone in her purse and sprinted from the bathroom, grateful that she’d chosen flats as her footwear for the evening.
     
    She bolted over to the table they had been seated at, and her stomach dropped.
     
    The table was empty.
     
    Beth rounded on the nearest waiter. “You! Did you see where the man at this table went?”
     
    The man addressed her in a language she didn’t understand. He pointed at the table and pointed at her, making absolutely no sense at all.
     
    “Does anyone here speak English?!” Beth cried, and no one answered. The place was busy, and all the wait staff seemed more interested in serving the tables that actually had people sitting at them.
     
    Annoyed, Beth pulled out her phone and turned on the tracker for Osman’s phone. A blinking red dot flashed about 400 feet from the restaurant.
     
    She bolted out the front door, her eyes glued to her phone as she navigated the streets closer and closer to that dot. As she got within a block, she pinned herself to a brick wall and glanced down a dark alleyway.
     
    There, parked on the side street, was an inconspicuous black van. Beth saw that the engine was running. The bastard was waiting for something, but he was ready to pull out at a moment’s notice.
     
    Beth teased her hair and smoothed down her dress. Then she sauntered up to the driver’s window, and tapped on it. The driver, a fat, dark-skinned man, jumped and looked out at her with bugged out eyes. She smiled invitingly and signaled for him to roll the window down. He did, just a crack.
     
    “I was hoping you could help me, sir. I’m lost you see, and I was so grateful to see your van here.”
     
    The man stared at her, then looked down at her chest, which showed just a sliver of cleavage, before rolling the window all the way down.
     
    “My help comes at a price,” the fat man said, leaning out the window for a kiss.
     
    Beth could see the yellow stains on his white shirt, smell the reek of body odor coming from every pore. She batted her eyes invitingly. She smiled and leaned in, before grabbing his neck and tossing him into a choke hold.
     
    As he gasped, astonished, she hissed at him, “If you’re waiting for your