One Night with the Sheikh

“If I accompany you, I would require a contingent of guards for both our protection should I be recognized.”

“Not if you are unrecognizable.” She tossed him the army-green shirt and cargo pants. “If you put these on and wear sunglasses, no one will know a king walks among them.”

He unfolded the clothes and inspected them. “I doubt a change of attire would serve as an adequate disguise.”

“If you wear sunglasses and shave, that should suffice.”

He laughed. A deep, low, sensual laugh that sent chills down the length of Maysa’s body. “I have no intention of shaving.”

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