Page 22 of My Arabian Billionaire

Their eyesmet.

He smirked.

Damn sheikh.

“Are you alright?” he asked politely.

“Better than ever,” she snarled. Damn sheikh.

As the plane sped down the runway for takeoff, the sheikh murmured, “Remember when I said I had something to tellyou?”

“No.” She was simply being contrary, and when he smiled, she knew he was letting her know that he knew it was so – and he found it amusing. Damn sheikh.

Grimacing, she grumbled, “Fine, I do remember. What isit?”

The plane took off, forcing them to lean back against their seats, and as she felt her stomach do its tiny customary flip, she heard the sheikh murmur something like, Will you marryme?

Even Harper had to smile a little atthat.

Yeah right.

As the noise of their flight receded, she glanced back at the sheikh, saying, “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say again?”

He smiled at her. “I think youdid.”

Oh, that smile. That heart-stopping, jaw-dropping smile. She cleared her throat and told herself to stop being a ninny. “I really didn’t.”

“Very well then.” And with that too-sexy smile still playing on his lips, the sheikh asked in a perfectly casual voice, “Will you marryme?”

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