The Sheikh's Quadruplet Baby Surprise (The Sheikh's Baby Surprise 4) - Page 7

“The drug is meant to work with the body naturally. Rather than force patients to go to a lab and be inseminated in a sterile environment, they are to attempt to conceive as they would normally, with the female taking the drug a few weeks in advance.”

Akim stared at her in that maddening, unreadable way he had. He sat back in his chair and linked his fingers as he placed his elbows on his desk. “So what you’re saying, in no uncertain terms, is that there is no way for this trial to be successful unless the child is conceived in the traditional sense.”

Maddy felt her face go hot, and she tried to think about anything else but making love to Akim; seeing, feeling, touching, his toned, perfect body. It wasn’t working.

“Well, we could attempt through artificial insemination, but the results would be practically useless were we to do so.”

“You’re certain of that?”

“Quite certain,” she replied.

She could see how it looked. A young woman looking for some action, making up stories about the process needing to be natural. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. Maddy had purposely designed the drug to be more natural than any other fertility treatment on the market, and that meant that she would have to follow her intentions for how the product would be used with her boss.

Akim’s pause was unnerving as Maddy tried desperately to look anywhere but his eyes. She didn’t think it would ever be possible to be more uncomfortable than she was in that moment.

“You mentioned that the treatment is meant to begin a few weeks before conception. How many weeks, precisely?”

It was turning into something more closely resembling a business meeting. Maddy reminded herself that that was a good thing. She was doing this for two good reasons, and she could live with herself because of that. She would be able to further her own professional career, as well as fulfil her greatest wish: to be a mother. She imagined the paper she could write: How I had my cake, and ate it too, by Madeline Palmerston.

She nodded, daring to meet Akim’s eyes, and finding nothing discernable there. “Four to six, at the most. It would provide the best chance for the drug to take effect prior to insemination.” Maddy felt her cheeks burn redder as she thought about what those words meant.

“I see,” Akim said, unlacing his fingers and sitting back against his chair. “In that case, why don’t you come to my place this evening? This is a very obviously awkward situation, and I would like us to get to know one another a little better before we get to that whole…process. Don’t you agree?”

Maddy hadn’t really thought about getting to the baby…much. She’d been far more focused on the outcome. Akim made a decent point, and she couldn’t disagree with it.

“I do,” she said, after a pause.

“Wonderful,” Akim said, turning his chair and pulling out a business card. He grabbed a monogrammed ballpoint pen and began writing on the back of the card. “This is my address. You can take the elevator up to the top floor and I’ll buzz you in from there. I’ll let concierge know to expect you.”

Maddy took the card from his outstretched fingers, and their fingertips brushed momentarily, sending shivers of awareness down her spine. How strange that one little touch could evoke such feeling. Still, Maddy knew, as every scientist did, that love was merely a chemical reaction caused by a series of factors—hormones, pheromones, and the like. Perhaps her unromantic view of love was also why she had been unable to find it.

She glanced at the card, reading the address. “Isn’t this a hotel?” she asked.

She thought she saw a ghost of a smile dance along Akim’s perfect lips, but he was all business a fraction of a second later.

“It is. The Palmerian.”

“That’s the best hotel in town. And you said you live on the top floor?”

Akim shrugged. “I’m a sheikh. The title comes with certain perks.”

“So I see.”

“Will you come?” he asked.

“I will. Say around eight?”

“That would be fine.”

Maddy sat awkwardly for a moment. He hadn’t verbally dismissed her, but it was clear that Akim was ready for the interaction to be over.

“Well. Until then, then,” she said.

She could have punched herself in the face at that point. Until then, then? She shook her head slightly at how fuzzy her brain went when looking at him—it seemed like when she got lost in his eyes, she lost her words as well.

“Until then,” he replied, and this time he did smile at her.

Not knowing what else to say, Maddy rose and showed herself out of his office, not looking back.

***

Maddy couldn’t rid her mind of both the anxiety and excitement she had about the evening ahead, but luckily none of her team noticed her distraction. Every so often, a thought would pop into her mind about what it would be like to make love to Akim, and she would chase it away, only for another to reappear later. Dinner with the boss was something people did every day. But doing it in secret, lying to coworkers, and only going because they needed to get to know one another before they had sex for science? Not so much.

When she got home, Maddy had only enough time to eat a quick meal and take a shower, quickly drying her hair before changing into a pair of jeans and a blouse. It wasn’t a date, so there wasn’t a need for her to dress up, right?

Before she left, she pulled out the first round of Chlomerol, swallowing it with closed eyes.

Please let this work, she thought, praying to any and every goddess of fertility she could think of.

SEVEN

As she entered the lobby of the Palmerian not long after, Maddy instantly felt out of place. She sensed the rich and glamourous of Elbazzar looking down their noses at her as she strolled past in her plain clothes, heading straight for the elevator. To her surprise, it actually had an attendant.

“Good evening, miss,” the man said, nodding to her.

“Hi,” Maddy said.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his expression quizzical. He appeared to have no idea what she was doing there. In fact, neither did she, really.

“I’m a guest of the Sheikh,” she said, instantly getting his attention.

The man’s shoulders straightened a little, and he bowed again. “Of course, my apologies. The Sheikh informed us that you would be coming. Miss Palmerston, right?”

“Correct,” she said with a sheepish smile.

The attendant had obviously been expecting a very different kind of woman, like a debutante, or a runway model. A short blonde in jeans was not in his repertoire, further confirming speculation about Akim’s type of woman.

It certainly wasn’t Madeline.

This brought up a whole new series of questions about what they were about to do, and Madeline decided that she would need to have a very open and honest conversation with Akim that night. It wasn’t like they were testing weight loss supplements here. If the drug was a success, they would be creating a very alive, very human baby.

The elevator attendant slid a key into a slot in the door before pressing the very top button. Maddy’s ears began to pop as they rose and rose into the sky, finally stopping with a muted ding. The doors pulled apart, revealing a very elaborate pair of golden doors.

“Have a good evening, miss.”

“Thank you,” she said, walking as though in a daze toward the gilded doors.

What was she supposed to do, knock?

As she stepped before the doors, Maddy noticed a small button like a doorbell or a buzzer on the side, and with a steadying breath, she pressed it firmly. Instantly the door swung open, and she stepped inside.

The entire capital city was viewable beneath her feet, on stunning display through expansive windows. She had never been in a building so high before, and she almost felt a little nervous. Heights hadn’t ever been Maddy’s favorite, which was why she tried to get an apartment as low as she could when she moved to Elbazzar, and even that seemed a little much

at times, when the wind blew.

The penthouse was stunning, if a little cold. The furniture was all clearly top of the line—some of it even looked as though it had historical significance—and Maddy made a mental note to be extremely careful touching anything. There was art on the walls, tastefully placed, but overall, the place seemed emotionless, vacant. There was no warmth, no sense that someone actually lived there. It was all show and no substance, and it made Maddy wonder again as to just what kind of man Akim really was.

As if summoned by her thoughts, Akim stepped out from what looked to be the kitchen, wiping his hands on a white cloth.

“Ah, Madeline. Welcome to my humble abode.”

“Humble?” Maddy asked.

Akim chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound, and Maddy found she quite liked it. “Well, if not humble, at least I have an abode, I suppose. Gratitude to the universe and all that.”

Maddy gazed at him in wonder. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a Law of Attraction kind of person.”

Akim shrugged. “I’ve studied religion and belief structures quite extensively over the years. There is something about the Law of Attraction that piques my interest.”

“But you were born with everything. How can you possibly need more?”

“Now who’s being materialistic? You believe that this is all I’ve ever desired?”

Akim waved around the room, gesturing carelessly at all the objects within. Maddy imagined there would be many rich people who would be offended by such a dismissal of opulent beauty, and she found it quite intriguing. Just who was this man who ran her company, and what was it he wanted, more than endless riches?

“I guess we do have a bit to learn about one another,” she said, blushing.

It was hard not to blush in his presence. Here, in his home, Akim was dressed in comfortable slacks and a button-down shirt that was rolled up to his forearms. He was the definition of handsome, and she could feel her body reacting to him more and more every time they spoke. Akim seemed not to notice this, and he gestured back in the direction he had come.

“You are absolutely correct. For example, did you know that I like to cook? Have you eaten?”

Maddy lifted an eyebrow. She never would have taken Akim for a culinary artist. Not in a million years.

“I have, but I’m always interested in trying new things.”

“Ah, then you must come, please,” he said, holding his hand out for her to take.

She stared at it. His hand was large and masculine, his nails perfectly rounded, his palm warm and welcoming.

Maddy’s initial nervousness melted away at the touch of his hand, as in that moment, she glanced up at him, and he smiled. A real smile. Proof that beneath that businessman exterior there was an actual person, and he was looking at her as though she were something truly special.

“I think you’ll like what I’ve prepared for us this evening. I figured with you being here after dinnertime that you might grab a bite in advance of coming, so I took the liberty of making us some dessert.”

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