ROMANCE: THE SHEIKH'S GAMES: A Sheikh Romance

by Knight, Kylie

  “You are so lovely, Ori, every part of you…”

  She curled her legs around his waist, the way he was looking at her giving her a confidence she’d never felt before. “I want you so much, Milo.”

  His hand slipped between her legs and caressed her and in turn, she touched him, stroking and feeling him thicken. Milo kissed her deeply and as he entered her, Ori felt her whole body react, pressing against him, wanting more, needing his skin against hers. The gentle rocking of their lovemaking grew more intense and they moved together as if they were made for each other, their eyes locked on the other’s, green on violet, skin damp with sweat, hot delirious pleasure vibrating through their bodies.

  As she climaxed, Ori whispered his name over and over and he smiled, moaning as he came, kissing her neck, her throat, her breasts. Afterward, they lay, wrapped in the other, kissing tenderly. Milo smoothed the damp hair away from her forehead.

  “Ori Herd…I wish I found you years ago. I can’t believe I spent nearly forty years on this planet without you.”

  She grinned a wicked smile. “Well, when you think that, just remember…for most of those forty years, I wasn’t born.” She shrieked with laughter as he tickled her in mock outrage. He moved on top of her again and she sighed as he kissed her. He smiled down at her.

  “You tired?”

  “Not even slightly.”

  Milo grinned as he made his way down her body. “Good…because we’re going to do this all…night…long…”

  ***

  Milo sat in his office, the door closed and the best-selling and only album by Astoria Vine playing in his headphones. He wanted to feel close to her, even while he was at work, and although he had already a ton of pictures on his phone, he wanted to hear her voice…and what a voice.

  Her singing voice mirrored her low, gruff speaking voice, the depth of tone in it was extraordinary and the range of it – jeez – he struggled to find the superlatives. What took it beyond a good voice, though, was the way it would break, almost a sob at the song’s most emotional parts. Astoria Vine felt every emotion and conveyed them as she sung; he was reminded of Purple Rain, Prince’s masterpiece or Eddie Vedder’s voice on Alive. The album concluded with a cover of Tom Wait’s Jersey Girl – and he loved that she didn’t change the gender of the song. I’m in love with a Jersey Girl….damn, it sent chills through his entire body.

  He didn’t even realize Brandt was in the room until his advisor pulled one of the headphones away from his ear.

  “Hey, you listening to me?”

  Milo, startled out of his reverie, glared at Brandt. He’d known Brandt for ten years, had poached him from another company to come run his music division. The two men had gotten along fine but Brandt’s intense ambition had stopped Milo from ever forming an out of work friendship with the man. Milo knew Brandt would work twenty-four hours for the business but also knew, that if it suited his agenda, Brandt would have no compunction about dropping Milo like a stone. He sighed now as Brandt snuck a look at Milo’s mp3 player.

  “Astoria Vine, huh? Jeez, if we could get an artist like that, I’d die a happy man.”

  Milo looked amused despite his unease at hearing Ori’s old name in Brandt’s mouth. “Well, if we keep trawling in the pool of Disney and Nickelodeon kids for our music stars…”

  “Hey, those kids make up seventy-five percent of our business, Milo. And it’s a rapidly diminishing pool. Download and streaming sales are down. Majorly down.”

  Milo shrugged – he’d heard this all before. “Brandt, I keep telling you, touring is the only place musicians make money now. We need to concentrate on signing actual talent instead of human Barbie dolls and boy bands whose shelf life is less than the average Twinkie.”

  Brandt was wearing his favorite expression – the patronizing mr-billionaire-has-no-idea-about-the-real-world face that made Milo irritated and tense. Whose company was this? He still remembered why he set up the company to begin with – his love of music. It had ruled his life since he was a kid, the one thing he could always, always count on. He still remembered hearing Bowie for the first time, going through the racks of his local independent music store for bargains with the money he earned from chores. Heck, he still got excited by new artists, Florence and the Machine, Adele, John Legend – why wasn’t Brandt bringing those gems to him?

  He asked him straight out and Brandt again wore the supercilious smile of the shark. “Because, Milo, we’re not big enough. We haven’t got the showpiece artists on our roster.”

  “Whose fault is that?”

  “This is a business, Milo. I go with what I know will sell.”

  “And to hell with the quality?”

  “Bring me an Astoria Vine and we’ll talk.” Brandt got up to leave. “Until then, let me run the business that made you a billionaire, Milo.”

  He stalked out leaving Milo annoyed and belligerent. He pressed the intercom. “Dan? I need an hour, no interruptions okay?”

  “Sure thing.” Dan, his p.a., was his usual easy-going self.

  Milo stuck the headphones back on his ears as he opened his laptop and typed in Astoria Vine into a search engine. He figured it wasn’t spying if Ori said she wasn’t Astoria Vine anymore, was it?

  Was it?

  ***

  Ori looked around the restaurant feeling very, very exposed. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t experienced this luxury lifestyle when she was Astoria, she just thought that was all behind her and truth be told, all night, she had been worried someone might recognize her. She looked totally different of course, but her eyes always gave her away if someone looked too close. She’d kept her glasses on deliberately, even if they didn’t quite go with the dress she was wearing. The delicate pink showed off the dark olive of her skin, the tiny seed beads on the bodice throwing small sparks of light onto her skin. Milo, to her amusement and embarrassment, took a double-look when she opened the door to him.

  “Wow. Just wow.”

  She’d had to redo her make-up thanks to his admiration. At least, she smirked to herself now, she knew it was easy to get in and out of this dress quickly. Milo grinned at her, reading her mind.

  “Just a preview of what you can look forward to later, Ms. Herd.”

  She snorted. “Confident, much? Well, we’ll see about that, Mr. Shaw.”

  They both laughed and went back to studying the menu. Ori had no idea what to choose, everything looked absolutely stunning. She leaned over to Milo, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Would this establishment frown on me having two entrees and eating them like a half-starved puma?”

  Milo chuckled and put his menu up to hide what he was saying. “Stop talking like that, you’re getting me hot. Also, it’s the only way to eat at this restaurant.”

  She grinned at him and sat back, ordering the steak when the waiter arrived. Mile ordered the same and a red for them to share then took her hand.

  “Hey…I was wondering if you’d like to stay at my apartment tonight? It’s about time you saw it.”

  Ori smiled and pushed away the instant rejection that came to mind immediately. Old habit. Not this time. “I’d love to. Can we stop by my place and pick up some clothes first?”

  “Of course.”

  They chatted easily throughout dinner – which was exquisite – and when dessert came to the table, they shared the indulgent chocolate ganache, swooning over the sugar rush.

  They were enjoying their coffee when Milo suddenly cursed softly under his breath. Ori looked up to see a man with dark blonde hair, small flat gray eyes and a very expensive suit walking towards them. The man glanced at her briefly and Ori flushed as his gaze dropped to her cleavage. The man clapped Milo on the shoulder and greeted him with fake joviality. Ori hated him already. Milo, clearly uncomfortable, introduced them.

  “Brandt, this is my girlfriend…Orianna Herd. Ori, this is Brandt Villiers, he manages the music division of the company.”

  Brandt aimed his fake smile at her then – as Ori had
feared – he rocked back a little when he saw her eyes. Dammit dammit dammit. Ori looked back at Milo nervously. His face was closed, annoyed.

  Brandt cleared his throat. “A pleasure. I won’t keep you, my date is waiting. Nice to meet you…Ori. Milo, I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

  Milo gave a tight nod then, as Brandt walked away, glancing back at Ori as if he wasn’t convinced he’d seen what he’d seen.

  Ori felt sick. Milo signaled for the check and less than a minute later they were in his car.

  “I’m so sorry about that, Ori, Brandt is…hell, he’s a jerk. It’s my fault he recognized you. I was listening to the record today and he came in and we were arguing about talent versus instant noodle-pop music.”

  “You were talking about me?” Her voice was small, tight. He looked at her and reached for her hand.

  “No, sweetheart. We were talking about Astoria Vine.”

  And just like that, she relaxed. He got it, he really did. She lifted his hand and pressed her lips to it. “It’s okay….and, um, ‘Orianna‘?” Her voice amused, she grinned at him.

  “I panicked. What is Ori short for anyway? I know it’s not Astoria.”

  “Gloria.” She smothered a giggle. He looked vaguely appalled.

  “Really?”

  “No.” And he laughed with her. She linked her fingers with his. “It’s Orianthi.”

  “That’s beautiful.”

  “Thanks.” They smiled at each other and then Milo was driving into the underground garage of his building. Ori couldn’t help but be impressed at the stylish Art-Deco style of the old building and when they reached his apartment, the loft style of his home, expensively but tastefully decorated, lots of dark wood and muted colors. She walked around the large living room with huge windows, long sofas, a bookshelf stuffed with business books – and she noted with satisfaction – a large selection of fiction and vinyl records.

  “You like it?”

  She smiled back at him. “It’s gorgeous.”

  Milo took her in his arms. “You’re gorgeous. This is just…home.”

  “I really love it.”

  “Good. Let me show you around the rest of the place.” He said that with a lust-filled smile and hand-in-hand, they walked slowly to his bedroom.

  ***

  Brandt was waiting for Milo when he got to work and Milo had to bite back the snarl that threatened. He knew exactly why Brandt was in his office, looking triumphant. He waited for Brandt to speak first then, when he didn’t, he met the other man’s gaze defiantly. Brandt grinned.

  “You really going to make me say it?”

  Milo feigned ignorance. “Say what?”

  “You’re dating Astoria Vine.”

  Milo felt his shoulders tense. “No. I’m dating Ori Herd.”

  “Come on.” Brandt sat down without being asked, crossing his legs and smiling that obsequious smile that made Milo want to punch him. “That girl is Astoria Vine, I’d know those eyes anywhere. You’re a sneaky one. How long you been shtupping that?”

  Milo’s jaw set and his eyes burned as he looked at his subordinate. “Watch yourself, Brandt.”

  Brandt held his hands up. “Sorry, bad turn of phrase but tell me, Milo…are you trying to persuade her back into the business? Because that would be…well, I don’t have to tell you that would send us through the roof. We’d be the envy of every record company in America, hell, the world. She may have been away from the scene for a few years but no-one, no-one, has stopped talking about her. That almost never happens – an artist goes on hiatus, the momentum is lost. Not with her.”

  He was getting into the swing now, his color up, excitement in his eyes. Milo waited until he’d finished his speech then got up and closed his office door, went and sat behind his desk. He fixed Brandt with a look of pure steel.

  “Brandt, let me say this once. Astoria Vine is gone. She doesn’t exist. My girlfriend, Ori, owns a bookshop, is putting her younger sister through college and is happy with her life choices. She has no interest, none, in revisiting her past. Do you understand me?”

  Brandt was silent. Milo waited, his stomach roiling with anger and anxiety. Finally, Brandt sighed. “You know what? You’re the boss. It’s a shame but there you go.”

  Milo didn’t trust Brandt’s easy acceptance but he nodded. “Good.”

  Brandt got up to go. When he reached the door, he turned. “You know what, Milo? I remember something your dad said to me at the Christmas party a couple of years ago. He said he was proud that you’d built the business to what it is but he was surprised too. Because you don’t have the killer instinct. You don’t take the chance. You’re looking at the golden ticket and you’re throwing it over for what?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer. Milo stared after him, his eyes narrowed. “For the woman I love, you son-of-a…” He said the words out loud because he needed to hear them, needed to know he had made the right decision. He had no doubt that he had…or that he indeed loved the heck out of Orianthi Herd.

  ***

  Ori lay on her stomach, next to him, and shivered with pleasure as Milo ran his fingertips up and down her spine. It had been a month since that first night in the bookshop and Ori had gone through the days in a haze of almost delirious happiness. It showed too, her regular customers all commented on the flush in her cheeks, the shine in her eyes. All day she would think about him, watching the clock until he called and said he was leaving work. They would go back to hers or his and eat and talk and make love until they fell asleep in the other’s arms. On the weekend, they would go out to the islands or someplace fun or hang out with Yas. Idyllic didn’t cover it.

  She smiled at him now. “You’re just about perfect, Mr. Shaw.” Milo grinned then pretended to look affronted.

  “Just about?”

  She snickered. “You’re about…” and she jokingly measured the distance between their groins, “Twelve inches from being perfect.”

  “Dirty girl.” He kissed her. “Hey, I have a random question.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Why ‘Astoria Vine’? If you don’t mind me asking.”

  She smiled and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “Astoria was my mother’s name. Vine came from…and this is so dumb…from Herd…as in ‘I heard through the grapevine’.” She crossed her eyes to show how dumb she thought it was. Milo started to laugh.

  “You’re kidding.”

  “One hundred percent not kidding.”

  She joined in with his mirth and soon they were laughing and kissing and Milo was pushing her back onto the bed, covering her body with his.

  As they made love, slowly, leisurely, Milo trailed his lips along her cheek and nuzzled her ear.

  ‘Ori?”

  She was breathless as she smiled up at him. “Yes?”

  He gazed into her deep brown eyes. “I love you.” He saw tears spring into her eyes then roll down her adorably plump cheeks.

  “I love you too.”

  They made love late into the night and at just past three a.m., Ori fell asleep, exhausted. Milo lay beside her, listening to her even breathing, He honestly felt at that moment that his world was complete. His business was a success, he had the most wonderful, sexy, smart, funny woman in his arms….so why did he feel as if it could all disappear in a flash?

  ***

  Ori thanked the delivery guy and hefted the last of the boxes into the shop. Thirty minutes later, sweaty and covered in dust, she stood, groaning as she bent backward trying to assuage the ache. Whoever thought retail wasn’t strenuous was an idiot, she thought to herself. She reached over and flicked the switch on the coffee machine. A quick espresso would get her through the rest of the delivery quicker, she reasoned. She grabbed her craft knife and slit open another box just as the doorbell jingled. Ori looked up and blinked, surprised.

  Brandt smiled at her. He was dressed casually, jeans and sweater, and carrying a bunch of velvety roses. “Hi, Ori, lovely to see you again.” He he
ld out the roses and Ori hesitantly took them. She was confused and not a little wary. On second sight, Brandt looked friendly, less sleazy but she didn’t trust him. He knew who she was.

  “Thank you, they’re lovely.” She turned to put them on the counter. “What can I do for you?”

  Brandt smiled. “I need to talk to you about something…difficult.”

  Her chest tightened. “Mr…”

  “Brandt. Just Brandt, and I need to talk to you about Milo.”

  That threw her. “Is he okay?”

  Brandt held his hands up. “He’s fine, don’t worry, he’s fine….look, can we…?” He nodded to the couches. Ori gave a tight nod and they settled opposite each other. She didn’t offer him coffee; the dude gave her the creeps and she wanted to him to leave quickly.

  “Ori…I think we can dispatch with any bull….I know you’re Astoria Vine. Or you used to be.”