shopping and gossiping.
Layla jerked her hand back, the tray trembling in her grip. A crystal glass tottered dangerously close to the edge.
“I… I apologize, Sheikh Khaled. I was just—”
“You were just what?” His voice rose, echoing off the marble walls. “Contaminating a dress that costs more than you’ll earn in ten years? Do you have any concept of what continue reading …
