Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

insisted on remaining until the end of the semester, but I still worry she will grow homesick once Thanksgiving approaches.”
    Khalil had never been able to refuse his godfather, Abdul al-Mujaher anything, so as much as he dreaded the task of babysitting the spoiled heiress for a few days, he’d nonetheless agreed to check on Sabeen when he’d spoken to Abdul. 
    His American fraternity brothers had ribbed him about his sense of obligation to his godfather and the importance of his role in Khalil’s life.  Although tolerant of all faiths, for thousands of years Sharjah had been majority Coptic Christian, as it still was today.  Like many of the tribal ways of Sharjah, the religious mores also remained entrenched within Sharjah’s modern society, including the high regard held for one’s godparents.  So it didn’t matter that it was his senior year, that he’d been invited to spend Thanksgiving Break with one of his close friends, that he hadn’t travelled all the way from Howard University for the break to spend it babysitting, and that the last thing he wanted to do was spend time with some freshman, let alone Sabeen.  Because his godfather had asked this of him, he would do it, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.  Actually, he’d only just arrived at Sabeen’s Spellman College dorm, and he already hated it.
    He’d called Sabeen from his friend’s home before he’d driven all the way from Stone Mountain into the city.  She knew he was coming to get her.  They’d agreed he would take her out to dinner this evening, so she knew she was supposed to be standing in that lobby and ready to go by 5pm.  He’d blocked out three hours max for her so he could make sure she was doing alright, and then invite her to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow with his friend’s family, all the while praying she already had plans.
    The next day he would call her father, tell him all was well, and with that call, his duty would be done. 
    So the sooner he could do his duty, the sooner he could get back to hanging out with his boys and partying all over Hotlanta .  But trust Sabeen to fuck his night up, before it had even gotten started because she was now almost thirty minutes late.  
    “Can you please call her again?”
    He tried to flash his most charming smile at the stoic middle aged woman who sat behind the desk, a symbolic guardian of the virtue of the women who lived within those walls.  He would have joked about the irony of the situation, considering that what she really needed to worry about was what her charges did once they got outside of those walls; but her sour expression didn’t lead him to think she would find his humor funny, given that she looked as if she hadn’t laughed since Nixon was in office.
    “I already told you, young man, if she is not answering her phone, it is not our policy to send someone up every single time to look for a resident.  As it is the holiday,” she continued when he opened his mouth to try to reason with her one more time.  “Many of the students have already left, and if Sabeen is not answering her phone, I suspect she isn’t in her room.”
    “But she knew I was coming.  She’s expecting me.  What if she’s up there right now hurt or something?”
    The stone-faced woman didn’t even blink.  It was obvious she’d heard that same line many times before.  Even though he’d told her he was a family friend, it was obvious she believed he’d lied and that she was just another disgruntled ex.  He wasn’t going to get anywhere with her.
    “Yes ma’am.  Thank you,” he mumbled, remembering his manners when all he wanted to do was storm out of there.  It was obvious Sabeen had stood him up, so no point in hanging around her dorm, because he was pretty sure she wasn’t going back there tonight.
    He stalked toward his car with furious steps.  When he caught up to her he was going to teach that spoiled, selfish little brat a lesson on punctuality and