Page 9 of Bred By the Sheikh

“That’s off-site, and it’s gala week.”

I slipped my laptop into my bag.

“It was what they could arrange on short notice.”

“At this hour, the transfer may take close to an hour.”

I stopped.

“Seriously?”

“Possibly longer tomorrow morning.”

I bit back a groan.

I had to be back at the Al-Hadid Grand at seven-thirty.

“I’m starting to understand why Amanda travels with three backup plans.”

Tariq glanced toward one of his staff members, then back to me.

“There are executive suites available here.”

I blinked.

“You have rooms available here during gala week?”

“I have some influence over the inventory.”

I laughed.

His expression warmed.

I remembered then that he was the owner, a sheikh, and the CEO. He probably wasn’t a man accustomed to being told the hotel was full.

“That would certainly make the commute easier,” I said.

“There’s also a guest suite in my private residence.”

For one very long second, I went completely blank.

“Your private residence?”

“It’s above the hotel.”

Naturally, owning a penthouse above your own ultra-luxury flagship was simply a thing a person could do.

Tariq continued before my imagination could become a workplace liability.

“The guest wing is separate from my rooms. It has a bedroom, sitting room, and bathroom. It locks independently and has private access to the residential elevator.”

I met his eyes.

He held my gaze.

“You may take an executive suite instead,” he said. “Or keep your existing reservation. A driver will remain available either way.”

The knot between my shoulders loosened.