The Sheikh's Impossible Girl - completed.

Chapter Three

 Upon opening the door at a kick tap, to Tarazi's astonishment, he discovered Ashley on the other side, hands full with an oversized breakfast tray, filled to the brim. "Let me guess, your punishment for dropping the c-word."

He surveyed the cooked breakfast, not quite what he had ordered, eyeballing the bacon. "Or you did this all on your own?" he corrected, opening the door further, letting her in.

She entered without hesitation. "I hope you're enjoying my room."

"So, I have also ejected you out of your bed."

"Not quite, there are plenty of rooms." She spun around, the tray balanced in her hands. "So where do you want this? Oh, I know, this way," pivoting back around she headed towards the glass doors that opened up onto a balcony. "Nothing like the morning sun to enjoy nature at her best as one eats."

She stopped and looked from side to side. He came up from behind her, reached around, and opened the door. Her head tilted nearer towards his face and flashed a smile with a thank you, also filling him with her scent, breathing in deeply.

Tarazi was still coming to terms with being invaded so early in the morning with a bright dazzling smile as she headed out onto the balcony, straight for the provided table and chairs, where she began setting up his rather indulgent breakfast.

Did she think she was feeding an army?

Glancing at his watch, he was expecting phone calls. Arrangements needed to be made before he headed out late afternoon or tomorrow. It all depends on how things went. The last thing he wanted was a distraction like Ashley Cosgrove, his gaze drifting over the boho-styled long multi-tiered skirt, dropped shoulder red-wine three-quarter sleeve top with a wide belt and flat boots.

Who was the real Ashley, and why was she bringing him breakfast to his room? Not sure her mother would be impressed by such matters. Entering a man's bedroom alone. Only family or husband was acceptable. Then again, this was Australia and they had a much more relaxed view of such things.

Then again staff did, apart from the fact she wasn't, she was family, and he had kicked her out of her bed. Maybe this entire area they had taken over was the family's private section.

"I am sorry for forcing you out of your room," he entered further out onto the balcony, hit by the brisk morning air, crossing his arms across a bare chest in protection.

"Not a problem apart from the shared bathroom." She spun on him, beaming, clutching the empty tray in front of her.

"Ah, I see."

"So, you have sisters that hog the bathroom as well. Me, I'm in and out sort of girl." His brow arched. And he needed to know this why? Too much information.

"Yes, well, I have a lot on my plate."

Her eyes bugging, she glanced across at the table, back to him, scrapping teeth over her bottom lip. "I got carried away, wasn't sure what you ate, so got a bit of everything. There was a mob wanting downstairs to nab you at breakfast. I thought this would be safer."

"A mob, you don't say." His lips twitched, brushing his fingers over. "How reassuring I have you looking after my needs, Miss Ashley."

Another flash of a smile. "My pleasure. If you are free in an hour, we can escape and go riding, until everyone leaves."

He stepped towards her. "You wouldn't be trying to manipulate all my time, Miss Ashley?"

Colour flooded her cheeks, lowering her eyes. "No, of course not. It was just a suggestion. I will leave you to your breakfast." Taking to her feet, she darted around him, hair swishing her back as did the skirt around her legs.