Ava

I'm standing in front of what can only be described as a palace. Seriously their Malaga hotel is more than that. It's like something out of a movie. The car and a different driver this time,  is driving us down a tree lined gravel drive. It seems have been at least five minutes since we came through the massive iron wrought gates, with a large G on both gates. Obviously the Garcia emblem. I can see a large stone building with a centre section that is rounded with arched windows at the bottom and middle sectors. To the top are square paneled windows and on each end of the building are two large square additions, with turrets. I realize I am not breathing as it is breathtaking.

Directly in front of the hotel are sculpted water ponds and small mazes. It is magical. "Ava." I hear Sebastian's voice say and shakes me from my almost trance like state. 

"It's gorgeous Sebastian." He smiles and winks. Wow that wink it does funny things to my insides. I can feel butterflies again. This man knows exactly what effect he is having on me and I bet he has a rise in his pants. I'd wager my life savings on it. 

In fact I am surprised that we didn't join the mile high club on his private jet but we had a waitress milling around to ensure we had everything we wanted and Sebastian apologized profusely that he had some urgent work he had to attend to. Of course I didn't mind I was happy to look out of the window at the stupendous mountains below not long after we took off, not to mention the opulence of his jet. Apparently at the back cabin is a large bedroom where sometimes he will sleep on his longer journeys across the globe. It's a life of luxury yet I do appreciate how much work he and his father have put into being successful. This didn't come without a cost and I already know from conversation with Sebastian that he had to put in the hours just like everyone else and built his empire up from scratch. Any money his father loaned him was paid back with interest.

I watched as he worked using both his mobile and his laptop. The focus on his face and his laser sharp brain in motion was a huge turn-on. I asked if I could photograph him at work to which he had said yes, only if I kept the pictures private. There is only so much of him he likes to display to the world. It was fun to photograph Sebastian and to see this different side of him. His eyes were serious, I could detect the clenching of his jaw on several occasions and the way his fingers swiftly moved across his keyboard. Those long fingers, the same ones that had found me several times yesterday and last night. The same ones that had touched me and resulted in me begging him for more to feed my hunger and my greed for him. 

I loved how he worked intensely dressed in black jeans that I noticed showed off his perfect butt as he moved around the jet every now and then to stretch those long muscular legs, and a grey casual t-shirt that made me swoon at his well defined arms and wanting to trace the outlines of his sexy tattoos. The man is a dream, plain and simple. Then just as our waitress came back to tell us we would be landing in ten minutes he took himself off to the back bedroom and reappeared in the most expensive navy suit I claim I have ever seen, a crisp pale blue shirt and a fiery orange tie. It set off the colour of his tiger eyes handsomely and I couldn't resist yet another shot of him. I loved the way he took an elegant classy suit and dressed it up with a shot of color. I know when I print these photos back home they will be perfect. At the thought of being back home my stomach does a lurch.

I can't imagine right now being anywhere else other than here with Sebastian. The pull is like gravity. He is irresistible, he made me feel like a goddess last night and a princess this morning. Ensuring I had everything I needed on board. I sigh knowing that even though I plan to extend my stay here in Spain, at some point I am going to have to leave this delectable man behind. I try not to think about that now as the car stops in front of the large stone steps that lead to the magnificent entrance to Sebastian's hotel.

The driver whose name is Enrique steps out of the car and opens my side first. He offers me his hand and assists me in stepping out of the car. I now feel somewhat underdressed faced with such magnificence. Having opted for khaki shorts and a moss green t-shirt. The only thing they do for me is bring out the auburn shades in my hair and enrich the brown of my eyes. 

Sebastian is by my side and squeezes my hand. "I'm pleased you think it is beautiful American Girl." He kisses the top of my head and I feel the electric pulsing through my veins. He's like a fine glass of wine, the more you have the more you want. I feel insatiable standing so close to him, the man of perfection and the fragrance he wears is intoxicating. Scents of cinnamon, lemon and a touch of musk. I inhale his scent. He smiles, his eyes beam yet I can see there is a serious strain going on behind them. I hope that any issues they had have been ironed out in the last twenty-four hours and remind myself, this is a working trip for Sebastian. 

He has already advised me on the jet that he has a guide to show me around some parts of Malaga today since he will be locked away in meetings for the best part of the day and not able to take lunch with me . I felt a bit deflated when he told me this, however I am realistic enough to know that an empire takes time and work. He has already spent most of yesterday with me. I am guessing he is not the kind of man who takes much time away from work and possibly not even a holiday as such. 

We walk up the stone stairs there are thirteen of them, yes I counted. Don't ask why but  always count stairs. Weird I know. At the top we are greeted by a dark haired man, much shorter than Sebastian but nonetheless good looking. He has a wide smile and reaches out his hand to shake mine. "Good morning, Señorita." I say hello back. "Sebastian good you have arrived." He says and shakes Sebastian's hand.

"Allow me to introduce you to Enzo my Project Manager here in Malaga. This," he says as he turns to a very elegantly dressed woman who looks to be head to toe in a Chanel outfit, "is our Executive Accountant Isabella. It is her who holds all our money." She smiles and I notice the metallic red lipstick. I wish I could wear lipstick like that but it just makes me look like I'm touting for business so I keep to my trusty peach lip gloss maintaining a much lower key look. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you." She says and I love her soft voice and gentle accent. Her teeth are so white I notice and wonder if I ought to swap out my toothpaste or go and have them whitened at my dentist. Hers are brilliant. 

"Come, we have coffee and pastries lined up before we go for our meeting, Sebastian. Would you like a tour?" Enzo offers me. 

"Yes please that would be wonderful." I sound like an over enthusiastic child but this place is so lavish and I am the first member of the public to even step inside out. 

"Can I take pictures?" I look up at Sebastian who is still holding my hand. He rubs his thumb on the inside of my palm and sends shivers up and down my spine. I feel my nipples bud inside my bra and think God not now. Behave yourself Ava. 

"You may take pictures but again please do not share them online. Our hotel will be opening soon and our marketing team have a drive in place for promotion. We don't want any images leaking out." 

"Absolutely not. I will keep them for my private collection." I assure him. He nods satisfied. 

"Coffee first though." Enzo says and they start to walk into the hotel. This place is like a dream. The ceiling is so high and looks as if Michelangelo has come back to paint it. Cherubs adorn the pale blue sky painting with small birds of every colour entwined with ribbons of gold. It is absolutely stunning. I raise my camera and take a picture. "How long did it take to have the ceiling painted?"  

Isabella replies. "It took several months and we had five artists on it. Beautiful isn't it?" I can only nod my head because there aren't enough descriptive words to convey how stunning it really is. Safe to say I could lay on the floor and stare up at it all day. "Come." She says guiding me forward causing me to release from Sebastian's hand. "Let me show you the marble room before we have coffee." 

I follow behind her click-clacking of skyscraper heels on the tiger marble and am somewhat in awe of how she can walk on those things. Zoe is the same, she can walk and dance her heart out on the highest and thinnest heels you could imagine. Me, I prefer my flats and trainers. If I go out I only want to take my heels off as soon as I have put them on. I have twisted my ankle once in heels, one wild night when Mark and I had gone to a new club opening I was dancing and my ankle twisted. Since then I am a little more cautious about my movements when wearing stilettoes. 

The room she takes me into catches my breath. It is cool rose marble from floor to ceiling with large full windows that look out onto the fountains and mazes. Dotted around are tall matching rose marble stands each housing a glass encased in glass. It is like going into the Art Institute of Chicago. I start to snap away whilst Isabella watches on still smiling and being patient with me. "This is my favourite place in the hotel. I come here often to admire the art and feel the serenity of the room." 

"I can see that." I take a few more pictures.

"Done?" She asks.

"Absolutely. I could do with that coffee now." I say flagging after hours sexing with Sebastian and hardly any sleep followed by the early morning. I am dying to share these photos with Zoe when we talk later this evening or tomorrow. I am guessing that the only talking I will be doing later will be dirty talk with Sebastian back in his over-sized bed in his penthouse.