The Sheik's Pregnant Lover (Love By Accident) by Elizabeth Lennox

street, she took a deep breath, then headed to the subway station.  She walked quickly, unaware that tears were streaming down her cheeks. 

 
    Chapter 6
    Sidra had never been more grateful to have Monday morning roll around.  She’d spent the weekend cleaning her apartment, strolling through as many showrooms as she could endure, making notes on various pieces that she thought were interesting.  She wanted so desperately to forget Rashid, to push him out of her mind but no matter what she did, memories of the time they’d spent together kept rushing through her barriers .  She wasn’t eating, she was barely sleeping and when she finally slept, she dreamt about him, about being in his arms and experiencing the same bliss she’d found that weekend in England. 
    She printed out several of the pictures she’d taken of light fixtures over the weekend and pressed them to the boards for a few of her clients’ designs.  As soon as she did that, she knew she’d gotten a hit on the ideas and worked around those lights.  She was grateful that she’d found something that would put the spark back in her work life.  A part of her wondered if the spark was actually knowing that Rashid was in town, even if she wouldn’t be able to see him again. 
    “You’re wanted in the conference room,” Andrea, the assistant Sidra shared with several of the other junior associates.
    Sidra glanced at the doorway where Andrea’s head had popped in and popped out, then swung around to her desk, pressing a few keys to get her schedule.  Picking up the phone, she dialed Andrea’s extension.  “Andrea?  I don’t have a meeting scheduled.  Are you sure you need me in the conference room?”
    “Definitely.  The request came directly from Debra so you’d better hurry,” Andrea whispered through the phone.
    Sidra froze when Andrea mentioned the name of the head partner of the design firm.  “Debra?  You mean Debra Morovia?  Our boss?”
    “One and the same!  She’s waiting impatiently and just looked out of the conference room door,” Andrea whispered frantically.  “Hurry and get down there.  I’ll try and find out what I can about the meeting while you gather your stuff .”
    Sidra put the phone back in the cradle and tried to calm herself by taking a few deep breaths while gathering up her notebook and a pen.  She dropped the pen twice on the way out of her office which only slowed her down even more.  Debra was rarely in meetings.  In fact, the woman was rarely in the office.  She was the founder of the firm and she never attended meetings with the lower level associates.  Debra Morovia’s designs were featured in Vogue and Vanity Fair and her name drew in the big clients, but she never deigned to mingle with the lesser mortals of the firm.
    Something was very, very wrong, Sidra thought as she walked past Andrea’s desk.  Andrea shook her head, indicating that she hadn’t heard anything so Sidra just walked past, heading down the long hallway towards the executive conference room. 
    As soon as Sidra stepped tentatively into the room, she saw Debra, in all her sophisticated glory, standing up and smiling at her.  “Here she is!” Debra said and walked towards Sidra as if they were old friends.  The older woman put her arm around Sidra’s shoulders and turned to face the others that were in the conference room. 
    And that’s when she saw him!  Rashid was sitting at the end of the elegant conference table, leaning off to the side slightly as his ice blue eyes watched the scene unfold.  He looked at her with the most incredible expression, as if he’d somehow won the war!
    Sidra stiffened with that look but quickly noticed Debra’s warning look.  She allowed the head of the firm to lead her into the room and took the offered seat.  Rashid was a t the head of the table and Debra sat to the right of him , an interesting change of power positions, Sidra thought .  She pushed the chair back slightly