A Familiar Face

The following week, Cassie visited. Cassie and Carrie held hands as they strolled to the pool.

"Wow, you weren't kidding, sis, this place is amazing," Cassie gushed. Carrie smiled.

"It is, isn't it?"

"Are Muslim men really ... that good?" Cassie asked.

"Mmmmhm. I won't say everyone is, but they can be driven, well-built, confident ... everything you'd ever want in a man." Carrie looked over at the pool, where you were giving Abdul a massage, clad in a niqab for public purposes.

"Who is she?" Cassie asked.

"He used to be my ex-boyfriend. Now we have the same type," Carrie said, smirking.

"Sis ... really? That is a boy?"

"For now," Carrie said, laughing. "Lay down, but not too much sun. You know how easy you burn."

"Yeah, yeah," Cassie said, rolling her eyes.

Carrie went to change into her own swimsuit. When she came back out, she saw that Cassie was talking with Fahd, the Sheikh's favored advisor, a 50 year old, well built Saudi man himself. Cassie was clearly flirting, and Fahd placed his hand on her hip. Hmm. This could be interesting, Carrie thought.