Page 18 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

I just don't.

How can a man I've just met make me feel oh so alive?

And why can he make me lose control the way Jamieson never could?

Chapter Six

I'M NOT SURE HOW MUCHtime has passed as I watch Zahir open the closet doors without making a sound.

Rebecca is in the shower while Jamieson is still in bed.

Snoring.

My mind is still a complete blur as I let Zahir carefully pull me out, and all I can do is follow him blindly as he leads me out of the room.

I feel like we're playing a scene straight out of a movie.

I'm just not sure which.

Maybe something with intruders.

Or adulterers.

Or is there a movie that has both?

Zahir closes the door behind him, and no one comes after us. It's as if we were never there at all. Stealth seems to come so naturally to him that he makes Jeffrey Dahmer look clumsy—-

But that's nothing to be worried about,I remind myself.

Zahir is Special Ops, not a serial killer, and...and...oh my God!

What if he's just lying about being in the army, and...and...God, God, God!

Why must I think of these things just when I'm now trapped inside an elevator with him?

"Is everything alright?"

A serial killer would never care to ask that.

Right?

He takes a step towards me.

But stops when he sees me plaster myself against the wall.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing."

"Something obviously is if you're lying—-"

The elevator doors open while he's speaking, and I don't hesitate to jump out. The hotel's fitness center is right in front of me.

People are everywhere, ergo I'm safe.

People are everywhere, and that's why—-

"What are we doing here?"

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