The Sheikh's Impossible Girl - completed.

Chapter Eight

Arrived at the hotel that was more of a resort that covered a large section of land, parking at the entrance, the car doors were opened by white-robed men, headdresses with black agal. 

Circling the car, Ashley joined Tarazi's side as men attended to the luggage and arrangements as they headed inside.

Nothing could prepare her for the entrance of a world-class glamorous sweeping foyer of light brown with dark swirling marble with two long reception desks. Hung above from high ceilings a circular chandelier over a same-sized hand-crafted table with a flower arrangement that spread across the table.

They believed in only the best. Very palatial. Surrounded by opulence that she wasn't used to. This was a different world from even the one she knew. Maybe if she had travelled, she would've seen more of this world. 

One that her father experienced when staying away from home.

When she thought of it, her life had been about work, home, and work. Her parents travelled more than she, and even her sisters travelled with their new families. 

Her parents wanted them to have a normal life. 

Yet, how did one proclaim what is a normal life? 

Well, not one like this, that is for sure. 

Everyone else saw to his needs, and luggage was collected.

A young smart dressed woman from the hotel walked towards them, folder in her arm, and approached Tarazi. "Welcome to the Shanghai-La, Sheikh Tarazi. We had everything prepared as requested. All four villas are at your disposal, all in here." She handed the folder over to Ashley, who took it. 

Of course, had to be in his employment. 

Not his wife or mistress, heaven forbid, glanced down at her clothes.

It was amazing they even thought, she was employed by what she was wearing, holding the folder close to her body, and flicked through, discovering a pamphlet on the layout of the resort. 

Removing it, she unfolded and spread across the folder, while the staffer went over Tarazi's required needs, making sure they were all fulfilled.

Yasser joined her side. "I'd take that, Miss Ashley," he removed the folder while she kept the pamphlet, noticing the slight flinch of the staffer. 

A mistake anyone could've made.

"Thanks, Yasser. My luggage?"

"Will be taken to your villa, Miss." The hotel employee informed her.

"Thank you," she smiled. "Very efficient." She placed a hand on Tarazi's arm. "I need to change."

"Of course." The staffer waved her fingers, and a valet walked across. "Please show Miss Ashley to the villas."

"No, Miss Ashley stays with me." 

Ashley looked up and nodded, and she wasn't saying another word, going back to the pamphlet, over the size, the different parts from rooms, suites and private villas. Even had boats to use through water canals that weaved throughout the resort. 

The villas had pools. How fabulous was that?

"Ashley?" Startled, she looked up.

"Sorry," shoving the pamphlet into her handbag. 

Ashley followed Tarazi and the men that surrounded him, so they were in the centre, as they headed towards the villas away from the principal part of the hotel.

They climbed into golf-style carts. 

Ashley was at Tarazi's side, clasping at the side of the seat, not feeling that secure with no sides as it took off smoothly and with more power than a normal golf cart. Tarazi reached for her hand and looped her arm through his, where her fingers curled around his arm. Releasing the side of the seat, she nestled up against him, drawing down his dark head.