Page 10 of Bred By the Sheikh

“Why offer the private suite?”

“It’s quieter. It also gives you direct access to the residential meeting area if we work late.”

The explanation was reasonable, practical, and entirely about work.

Nothing about the way he looked at me felt practical.

Tariq’s voice dropped.

“Your accommodation isn’t connected to your work, Ms. Campbell. Choose the option that makes you comfortable.”

I checked tomorrow’s seven-thirty start time and thought about losing two hours a day in traffic.

“I’ll take the guest suite.”

His expression didn’t change much.

But something flashed in his eyes.

“You’re certain?”

“No, but I’m certain I don’t want a two-hour commute.”

One eyebrow lifted.

I smiled.

“The rest of this week appears determined to happen whether I’m ready or not.”

This time he smiled fully.

Oh, that was unfair.

His entire face changed.

It didn’t make him softer.

It made him even more attractive.

“I’ll have someone show you the rooms,” he said.

“And my suitcase?”

“It’s still with guest services downstairs.”

“I’d like to move it myself.”

“Of course.”

I hesitated.

“Although if there are stairs involved, I reserve the right to reconsider.”

“There are no stairs involved.”

“Excellent. I’ve reached the point in international travel where escalators feel ambitious.”

His low laugh followed me out of the meeting room.