Page 20 of What Happens in Dubai

I looked up at Ashley standing in my doorway.

‘You know what this means though? If I pull, you don’t have to put up with all my moaning and groaning sex noises!’ I turned onto all fours and pulled my pillow between my legs, pretending to shag the stuffing out of it. ‘Oh hiya, hiya, hiya, Adam, HIIIII!’

Ashley doubled over laughing as I smacked the pillow like a bucking bronco, making my kinkiest orgasm impression when we suddenly heard someone clearing their throat behind us. Ashley stopped, turned around slowly and squealed. My face immediately turned scarlet.

‘Sorry, madam, your luggage. I didn’t mean to scare you!’ A young teenage worker was standing in the living area with our cases neatly stacked up beside him.

‘Do you need anything else?’ He was staring at the floor, probably too timid to look up.

‘No, thank you,’ I replied, attempting to demount Adam the pillow.

‘Can you bring a few more towels, please? I only have two, and I need to wash my extensions for tonight,’ Ashley asked.

‘Certainly,’ he said. After a brief bow, he walked backwards out of the room, shut the door, and we both started laughing.

‘If he tells Adam, you’re on your own. I’m not moving digs,’ Ashley said.

I threw the pillow at her, and we both collected our cases and began getting ready.

Two hours later, I was sparkling clean, dressed and excited to spend my first night in Dubai. I walked out of my room to see a smartly dressed Raj watching TV in the lounge with his feet up.

‘Finally! And weet wheel, Zara! You look incredible!’ he said, admiring me while I turned slowly, showing off my black playsuit with backless lace detail, enjoying the compliment.

‘Is Ash still not ready?’ I called out above the sound of her music. Raj shook his head, returning his focus to the television.

I walked into her bedroom to find all her clothes scattered around. She was sitting in concentration with her dressing gown wrapped around her, searching through one of her cases. Her rollers were firmly in place and make-up looking flawless, with the sound of her Spotify playlist blaring through her phone.

‘Ash!’ I said, to which she screamed, having not noticed me walk in.

‘Fucking hell.’ She reached for her phone, pausing the music. ‘You scared the fucking life out of me!’

I started to giggle back.

‘No, seriously, remember I asked for towels? I came back to my room when you were in the shower, stripped down to FaceTime Dave trying to be all sexy, then the next thing, that wee pervert who keeps sneaking about with our cases walked straight in here to hand me the towels!’

I gasped then started laughing again.

‘Well, you did ask him to bring them, Ash.’

‘I know, but he should at least knock on the fucking door.’ She looked harassed in her mounds of clothes.

‘I’m thinking this little dress? Be honest. What do you think?’ She held up a miniature, low-cut, silky dress which looked stunning. I’d be lucky to get it past my cankles from the flight.

‘Perfect. I love it.’

‘OK, I’ll be fifteen. You look amazing by the way!’ she called over to me, pulling her dress on above her tiny, tanned frame.

I smiled back and rejoined Raj on the sofa.

‘So, how’s your room?’ I asked him.

‘It’s nice, really nice. It has a view of the skyline instead of the beach, which is awesome. It’s only one room though. Mine doesn’t have a living room or anything like that, just a bed,’ he said.

‘Ohh, sounds nice all the same! What’s the dinner plans?’

‘Has Miss Organised in there not WhatsApped you the itinerary for the weekend?’ he asked, making me realise I hadn’t looked at my phone for a few hours.

I walked through to my room and retrieved it from my hand luggage, still nervous in case I had any hate mail from the father–son duo I had fled from.

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