The Sheik's Rediscovered Lover

Elizabeth Lennox - The Sheik's Rediscovered Lover

The Sheik's Rediscovered Lover
Elizabeth Lennox

romance/billionaire

Chapter 1

There was that odd feeling again. Ella looked around the marble and glass lobby, wondering what could be causing such a sensation. She’d been working for six hours without a break already and her feet ached, her fingers were numb from typing in guest information and all she wanted was a sofa to kick her feet up on and a hot cup of tea.

Okay, and maybe a bowl of soup. And an ice cold glass of milk.

Mentally, she sighed but outwardly, she maintained the pasted on smile as she greeted the next guest. As one of several front desk receptionists at one of the best hotels in Washington, D.C., she knew what was expected of her. She’d worked hard to get into this position, even lying on her employment application. The minimum age was twenty-one for this position and Ella was only eighteen. But she’d had to do something. She’d moved to Washington, D.C. from New York City and her old neighborhood had become too dangerous and none of the jobs she could obtain at her age could pay her enough to escape the horror of that life.

Ella now took pride in being one of the best front desk receptionists, despite her age, and she worked hard to maintain this position. She sincerely prayed no one would discover her age. She focused on the guests in front of her, checking them in as quickly as possible, ignoring that niggling feeling that kept hitting the back of her neck. What was wrong with her today? She wasn’t usually this distracted!

Looking around, she noted that the end of the line for people trying to check in was finally getting shorter. Thankfully, she counted out the people in line and calculated that she had approximately one more hour before things would slow down.

With a sigh of relief, she handed her current guests their room keys, explained all the normal details about the hotel and politely directed them to the elevators. The next guest moved forward and she pasted her normal bright smile on her face. That strange sensation returned and she looked around, distracted once again. Why couldn’t she focus?

Pushing the niggling moment out of her mind, she took the new guest’s credit card, checking them in as efficiently as possible. At one moment, she actually reached up to brush the back of her neck, wondering why she kept feeling that awkward, strange feeling. It was almost as if….was someone watching her?

She looked around. No one was paying any significant amount of attention to her and she shook off the odd feeling. Too many mystery novels lately, she told herself silently.

The next guest moved to her station and she smiled, going through the whole process one more time. Again and again, she checked in the guests, smiling patiently while they asked the same questions, giving out the exact same directions over and over again to the elevators or bathrooms, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She forced her mind to focus only on the next guest, ignoring that silly sensation that wouldn’t go away as well as the heat and humidity that was seeping into the marble lobby as so many people walked in and out of the revolving doors. The glass doors were made to keep most of the generally miserable Washington, D.C. summer weather outside, but when the temperatures reached this level and with the height of the tourist season upon the city, the doors could only do so much.

This job might not be the most intellectually stimulating, but it paid the rent and helped her work her way through her first year of college. It also kept her out of the gangs from her old neighborhood. Joining one of the competing factions definitely hadn’t been an option even though they’d tried hard to coerce her into the life.

Ella had left all of that behind and, if that neighborhood had taught her anything, it was that she could ignore unsavory characters and overcome difficult challenges. If rude people or miserable weather was the issue today, she could rise above those problems and maintain her professionalism. It didn’t matter if they were selling drugs on the street corner or selling stocks on Wall Street, they all thought they could bully around someone smaller but she would not let them ruin this opportunity for her.

She was working her way through a check-in process when she once again felt something odd on the back