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While she wasn’t in the least embarrassed with Sahir, she was not going to sit around with someone else here.

Before he let someone called Faisal in, she pulled on her gorgeous silk gown, then opened the French windows and stepped onto the balcony, feeling the gorgeous breeze... A helicopter was hovering in the blue, blue sky and she stretched her arms up and arched her neck, then gazed out at the new and beautiful morning.

How long she stood there, Violet wasn’t sure. She was just daydreaming, and reliving the night they’d shared.

‘Hey...’

She turned and caught her breath. Sahir wore a white robe and hiskafirwas tied with gold braid. He looked magnificent.

‘Look at you...’

‘I was just enjoying looking atyou,’ he responded. ‘Your breakfast is here.’

It was the most beautiful Sunday she had ever known, Violet decided as she swapped her hired gown for a robe and climbed into bed.

Sahir placed a tray across her lap.

‘I might watch a movie,’ she said, buttering a muffin with jam. But then, glancing around, she saw there was no television. ‘Or sleep...’

He picked up a little remote, and a huge screen popped up as if from the end of the bed.

‘Anything you need, just use the phone.’

‘Does it work for Florentines?’ she teased.

‘It works for anything.’

‘Do I get a kiss?’

‘No.’ He looked at her strawberry-jam-covered fingers and lips. ‘But I’ll make up for that tonight.’

‘Good luck, then,’ she said, and gave him a smile. ‘Hurry back!’

Sahir left her in a cloud of white linen, working her way through a pot of tea.

He swept downstairs and spoke with Faisal about dinner—and arranged for a treat to be delivered to her.

As he went to leave, Sahir paused. Last night had been incredible. Not just the sex, but the before and after. He simply could not imagine sitting down to dinner with Violet tonight and boarding his jet straight afterwards. Certainly she deserved more than that—and, most rarely for Sahir, he wanted more of a lover’s company...

For the last two years he had worked non-stop—in contrast with his younger brother, Ibrahim, who did very little, and his sister, Jasmine, who did... Well, nothing much at all.

While Sahir had certainly lived a decadent life at times, duty had always outweighed everything else. Perhaps it was time for his siblings to step up when required.

Because right now, Sahir felt more time with Violet was required.

Life was going to be hectic once he returned, and while he knew Violet should be spending this week looking for work, he did want to indulge her and mark the preciousness of last night.

In the dining room, his escorts were waiting, and as Faisal made the final adjustments to hiskafirhe spoke with Pria.

‘I am going to be staying in London for another week. Can you make the necessary arrangements?’

‘Sir...?’ Aadil glanced over. ‘We are scheduled to depart tonight.’

‘The schedule has changed,’ Sahir responded.

Certainly he didn’t need to explain his reasons, simply order it to be arranged.

Still, as he got into the waiting vehicle, Sahir knew that the sudden delay to his return would already be causing a stir—both amongst his staff here in London and at the palace in Janana.

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