SHEIKH DENIED - completed

Chapter Five

Finally, they arrived at the airport the following morning. Exiting the limousine, Lottie was relieved to be leaving Melbourne again. She was going to her real home. The palace at Zaid's side, although he did insist she still had those two and half weeks off, and was taking the blond with them, and Josh. 

Their luggage was sent ahead. 

Shoving on large sunglasses, she headed towards the private jet, shrugging off her beige overcoat, knowing how comfortable the plan was, revealing a singlet-type white top, a soft shade of peach skirt with a thin toffee brown belt that matched her shoes.

Without waiting for the others, she headed up the stairs. Inside the luxury plane, and went straight to her usual seat, one usually beside Zaid, who was seeing his other guests and making sure they were settled in. Something she should have seen to she realised, as he stood beside her, shrugging off his suit jacket, handing it over to her. She arched a brow, confused.

"Put it on," he said sitting down. Wordless she did, then belted up. 

It wasn't until after they had taken off, and Zaid had buried himself into work as he always did, she excused herself. Collected her coat, and headed towards the back to the bedroom, where Zaid had his clothes hanging. Always there in case of emergencies. 

Closing the door, she shrugged off his coat to go and hung it beside his other clothes. She reached for a spare hanger, draped her coat on and hung it. Going to one of the drawers she removed a long-sleeved, light top, removing the one she was wearing and put on the more suitable one.

Once done, she packed the other one away and made her way back, finding Christine in her seat. She looked around, Josh was watching a movie, earplugs in, so went to find another seat, settled in, looked out the window, resting her head on the corner of the chair. 

This was a first.

How was she going to survive the fourteen-hour flight? Quiet often resting against Zaid's shoulder, sleeping as he worked.

"It seems you are wanted, Miss Johnson," came a cold voice. 

Startled, she looked up at the blond to stand and go to him, who waved her back into her seat beside him.

"I see you have changed," he noted without looking up.

"Colder than I remembered," she stated. "Hanging up," she answered before he asked. He nodded, slipping down his seat, placing a foot on the opposite chair, and laptop on his lap. "Coffee?" Again another nod. She rang for the attendant and put in his coffee and her tea order. "Please ask the others if they want anything." Zaid coughed. "Oh, yes, please something to eat. Light, yet substantial." Zaid gave her a sideways look. "Sorry, I don't know what's onboard." He dropped his foot. Lottie stood and went with the attendant, seeing what was on offer.

She removed a plate to fill up with a mixture of club sandwiches, petite four, his favourite pastries from his home country, and a small container of mixed nuts and dried fruit. She removed another club sandwich, eating it on the way back, the coffee following, finding Christine back in her seat. 

This was getting beyond a joke to glare at her. 

"Oh sorry," she placed a hand on her throat. 

She stood and moved away when Lottie didn't back down.

"Jump in my grave that fast, I think not," she mumbled under her breath, taking her seat, pressing a button, where a table opened from the side of the plane wall, placed down the plate closer to Zaid, who reached and removed a sandwich as he kept reading.

"Who would, Charlotte?"

"Sorry," she looked across licking her fingers.

"Jump in your grave."