Matt chuckled, "Actually, I have two people in mind for you, Sheik."

"As I said, I have made my selection."

Matt was still smiling, but felt his jaw tighten. "And...who might that be?"

"Jamie. She is perfect."

Matt's teeth were grinding together, his smile still intact, "I..."

"Don't you agree, Matt? A bright young lady, indeed."

The Sheik walked over to Matt's window and looked over the city below him as if he owned the place. He was a tough man to deal with, but Matt knew he had to be both firm and diplomatic.

"Sheik, I appreciate how you feel, but I'm afraid Jamie isn't the person I had in mind for this..."

"Do you defy me, Mr. Matt?"

"No, sir, it's just that I want to ensure you have the very best."

"Well, then, I want that girl."

"Pardon me for saying so, Sheik Abu al Bari, but Jamie is the newest member of our team, barely out of school. She has far less experience than any of the other people on the staff here and quite frankly, she would not be who I would recommend. She's got talent, but she's also very hard to deal with. You know, feisty, strong willed, independent, and often adverse to following directions if she thinks she knows better. I just don't think she's what you want."

The Sheik did want her though, more than he could bear. That woman, girl, or whatever Matt called her, was the most exotic beauty he had ever seen in his life, or at least for longer than he could recall.

Her long copper colored hair framed the face of an angel with porcelain skin, beautiful emerald colored eyes and lips he desperately wanted to taste. Talent or no talent, it was of no concern to him. That woman would make a wonderful addition to his harem. He was certain in time, after coming to his country, seeing his ways, she would fall for him, just as the others had. Matt, however, need not know this.

"Matt, I want her or I will take my business elsewhere."

Matt's mouth fell open as he clamored for words, making the Sheik smile to himself.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. That woman is on the project or else."

"I have selected the architect I would like to accompany me to Dubai."

Matt chuckled, "Actually, I have two people in mind for you, Sheik."

"As I said, I have made my selection."

Matt was still smiling, but felt his jaw tighten. "And...who might that be?"

"Jamie. She is perfect."

Matt's teeth were grinding together, his smile still intact, "I..."

"Don't you agree, Matt? A bright young lady, indeed."

The Sheik walked over to Matt's window and looked over the city below him as if he owned the place. He was a tough man to deal with, but Matt knew he had to be both firm and diplomatic.

"Sheik, I appreciate how you feel, but I'm afraid Jamie isn't the person I had in mind for this..."

"Do you defy me, Mr. Matt?"

"No, sir, it's just that I want to ensure you have the very best."

"Well, then, I want that girl."

"Pardon me for saying so, Sheik Abu al Bari, but Jamie is the newest member of our team, barely out of school. She has far less experience than any of the other people on the staff here and quite frankly, she would not be who I would recommend. She's got talent, but she's also very hard to deal with. You know, feisty, strong willed, independent, and often ad versed to following directions if she thinks she knows better. I just don't think she's what you want."

The Sheik did want her though, more than he could bear. That woman, girl, or whatever Matt called her, was the most exotic beauty he had ever seen in his life, or at least for longer than he could recall.

Her long copper colored hair framed the face of an angel with porcelain skin, beautiful emerald colored eyes and lips he desperately wanted to taste. Talent or no talent, it was of no concern to him. That woman would make a wonderful addition to his harem. He was certain in time, after coming to his country, seeing his ways, she would fall for him, just as the others had. Matt, however, need not know this.

"Matt, I want her or I will take my business elsewhere."

Matt's mouth fell open as he clamored for words, making the Sheik smile to himself.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. That woman is on the project or else."