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very…difficult.”
    “She’s an American and very willful. I did try to warn you,” Ahmed reminded him.
    Mahil shook his head, “That doesn’t matter. I want you to find out what is going on with her. I am going to help her, but since she won’t tell me what is wrong, use whatever means are necessary to get me the information I seek.”
    Ahmed looked at him, “Are you sure? Say the word and I will have her back home by tomorrow morning.”
    Mahil nodded his head grimly, “I’m sure. She needs help, and I am going to give it to her.”
     

Chapter 6
     
    Carolyn hadn’t seen Mahil since the night before when she’d started throwing things at him. She usually had more self-control than that, but he seemed to bring out such strong emotions in her. She still couldn’t believe that she’d thrown things at him; something she was not going to apologize for since he was the one who brought her here against her will.
    The last few years had not been easy for her, as she had to cut back on her classes and take on so many extra hours of work. She knew that he was right and she was working herself into an early grave but she was so close.
    When she had agreed to the auction, she had been shocked when the bidding went so high and when she met the winning bidder; her heart had immediately begun to race. At the time, she had attributed it to nerves and lack of sleep, but when he started showing up in her dreams, she knew she would have to stand him up. She simply couldn’t afford to waste what precious time she had on trivial things like dating.
    The maids had returned the next morning, cleaning supplies in their hands along with fresh linens for the bed, towels for the bath, and several changes of clothing for her. Carolyn had insisted they leave, telling them that she was more than capable of cleaning up after herself.
    She tried not to feel embarrassed at how she’d basically run the women from the room by yelling at them, and she quickly changed her sheets and then took a quick shower, trying not to enjoy the rain showerhead too much.
    She didn’t want to enjoy any part of being in Al-Sarid, and after the refreshing shower and donning clean Western clothes, she was ready to lock horns with Mahil again. The maids returned with reinforcements thirty minutes later, giving her very worried glances when they saw what she’d accomplished on her own.
    “Miss, would you like one of us to help you with your hair?” a young girl who introduced herself as Jessenia asked her.
    “No, I can do it myself.” When Carolyn saw the maids pick up the dirty linens she had left in the bathroom, she stood up and told them, “You don’t have to wait on me. If you would show me where the laundry facilities are located, I can do my own laundry.”
    The women tittered amongst themselves and Jessenia explained, “That would be very rude of you. They are employed here by Sheik Mahil and enjoy their work. If word were to reach him that a guest had done their own laundry, they would be out of a job and bear the shame of treating a guest poorly.”
    “But see, I’m not really a guest…”
    “You are a guest because Sheik Mahil says you are guest,” Jessenia assured her.
    “Fine.” Another maid entered bearing a tray laden with Middle Eastern food. There was a plate of fresh figs, a large bowl of lamb stew, and several other dishes Carolyn couldn’t name. While she admitted the food was probably good, it was barely eight o’clock in the morning and she couldn’t imagine eating such foods for breakfast.
    “Don’t you people eat normal breakfast food here?”
    “Normal breakfast food?” one of the other maids asked.
    “Yes. Like cold cereal or eggs? Pancakes?”
    They all looked confused and Carolyn sighed, “Fine. Show me where the kitchen is and I’ll make my own food.”
    “That is not possible. Guests do not cook for themselves,” she was informed very quietly.
    Carolyn looked at the gathered maids and then crossed her