Once upon a desert - completed

Chapter Five

        Leaving the United Arabs Emirates they cross into his country and landed just over the borderline to waiting land-cruisers where they were driven to a desert oasis resort and spend the night. Megan was told to pack for a four-day trip only minimal clothing which mainly consisted of her tailed tunics and harem pants at Rasheed's suggestion. Keeping Vivian down to a minimum was a harder task. Once that was seen to, the rest were shipped off to the Palace, to wait for their arrival.

        Having no idea what Rasheed had planned for their next journey Megan practically bounced out of bed the next morning, throwing open her curtains to another perfect day surrounded by orange sands and dunes. How could he possibly top the helicopter ride?  Dare she hope?

        Beaming, she spun on her toes to head to the bathroom, having a shower, and then changed into the blue satin tunic and matching harem pants of the finest silk that felt so soft against her skin turning to the mirror to gasp in awe. It was so beautiful to run her hands over the tunic that hugged her lines, finding it hard to believe this was her, running her eyes over the mirror reflection.

Yep, there was all her hair tumbling over her shoulders, turning away, grabbing her hairbrush to tackle her hair as she went to answer a knock at the door. Her smile widened at the sight of Rasheed fully robed and head-dress in place flicked around his neck loosely looking so sheikh-like.

        "Ready to leave Megan?" he greeted, walking in further. "We have much to organise and will eat on the way."

        "Oh, Vivian will just love that," she noted following, zipping up her open bag and grabbing, she turned around, ready to leave.

        "Vivian has already eaten."

        "You see, to everything, don't you Rasheed?" She looked up at him in awe. He was a man so organised and so in control. Nothing like her, not at all.

        "I try my best, Miss Megan," he noted, reaching for her bag to take from her hold their hands touching sending a warm tingle through her.

        "Well, you do a wonderful job Rasheed, and I hope you are appreciated for all your hard work," she noted, tucking hair behind her ear, looking around for her hat, and leant across the bed to grab it.

        "I think so," he said, drawing her attention. Standing very close to her, he raised a hand to caress her face, drawing her even closer as his head lowered, dark eyes caressing over her. "You do appreciate me, do you not Megan Ryder?"

        Her breath caught, placing a hand on his robed chest. "I do Rasheed, very much so."

        Smiling, he ran a hand through her hair. "As I do you and you look very striking this morning. A true Arabian Princess."

        "What!" she laughed. "With my hair, you have to be joking." Shaking his head, Rasheed moved away, dropping his hand. Megan cursed herself as she stepped back, her hand falling away. She had done it again to plonk her hat on and looked around for her handbag to go and take hold of.

        "Megan you won't have any place to put that, put it in here." He placed down her bag to unzip and opened it for her to drop her bag in, though Rasheed reached in to remove another book, another romance with another Sheikh. "When were you going to read this, may I ask?"

        She snatched the book to shove back in. "In the car, if you are going to be rude about my books," she said slightly embarrassed.

        "Planning on finding a Prince, Megan?" His dark eyes watching her.

        "Nope, too high maintenance for my liking. Anyway, what prince would put up with my behaviour, you barely tolerate me sometimes. Come on, we can't keep the Duchess waiting." She took hold of the bag and headed towards the door.