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Chapter 1
“Why do handsome men always have something wrong with them?” said CJ as she burst into Blake’s office. Blake was sitting at her desk looking at some work files. She looked up at her colleague and best friend CJ.
“What are you talking about?” Blake asked as she leaned back in her chair.
“It’s this new client.” CJ approached Blake and sat on her wooden desk.
“What is wrong with him?”
“He is handsome and rich.”
“But?”
“He is so fussy! I swear there is no way of pleasing him.”
Blake raised her perfectly shaped dark brown eyebrows and smiled a little. She knew what it was like to work with difficult clients.
“What does he want?” Blake asked.
“A house.” CJ’s brown curls bounced as she shook her head.
“That’s simple enough.”
“Except he rejected every sketch I have shown him. You’re up next.”
“What do you mean?”
“Michaela wants you on this,” she said. Michaela was their boss. CJ and Blake had gone to the same university and now they were working at the same architectural company.
“Me?” Blake raised her eyebrows. CJ nodded. “Why me?”
“The client has already refused to work with four other architects before me. So Michaela asked me to call you over,” said CJ.
“You should have started the conversation with that.” Blake rose to her feet.
“Michaela is talking to the client right now. The client is a rich sheikh. He wants to build a house here in Austin,” said CJ.
“I see, where are they now?”
“In conference room six.”
“Okay.” Blake straightened her black skirt.
“Good luck,” CJ said to her. Blake smiled and nodded.
“Hopefully he isn’t too bad.”
CJ sighed. “He is so handsome and so serious. He is the type of man that would take charge.” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. Blake laughed and shook her head. She headed for the exit. She felt curious as she headed towards the conference room. She wanted to see how handsome this sheikh was because CJ had emphasized it.
Blake reached the conference room moments later. She knocked on the thick glass door before she walked in. Her manager Michaela was sitting at the table with an unfamiliar man. He was sitting in the seat facing the door.
“Excuse me, Michaela; did you call for me?” Blake said softly.
“Yes, come in,” Michaela replied. Blake nodded and walked into the room. The sheikh looked at her as she walked in.
CJ was right, Blake thought to herself. The man was wearing a crisp white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned revealing his tanned skin. The shirt hugged his bulging muscles. He had a very neat beard that did nothing to hide his strong jaw. He had dark eyebrows and a straight nose. He had dark eyes and thick eyelashes. His hair was cut neatly in a short back and sides style.
“Blake, meet Sheikh Bassem Sedarous,” Michaela said to her.
