SebastianWow! I think to myself as I lay here with my eyes closed. She is feisty. It's such a turn on. I'm used to yes girls. The ones that hang off my arm usually, who think they're going to tame me. Nobody tames Sebastian Garcia. No-one. They all want a piece of my heart, they all want my name. Only I'm not ready for all of that. Not at thirty. It's too young to settle down, although my parents think it's about time I started to expand the Garcia name. They're going to have to wait a bit for that.I don't even know this girls name but I want to know it. I want to know everything about her. I am sure with a temper that she is displaying, that she is HOT in bed. I think about sliding my body over hers and pinning her arms above her head and lavishing her lips with mine. I feel myself beginning to stir. I have to focus on something different. I can't let her notice that I've got a budding rock-hard situation arising. There is something about her. She is in my opinion far more beautif
AvaI'm exhausted. The travelling and the day has finally caught me up. It's only six in the evening and I still need to call my bestie, Zoe. I'm riling at the man on the lounger. I am still angry at him for being so damned good looking, sexy and so enticing. I don't know what came over me down there by the pool. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire and the tingling in my lower regions and warmth creeping up my stomach were alien to me. I am laying on my bed with the balcony doors open, the cool evening breeze is breathing its way into the room. The sheer white curtains billow slightly as the breeze travels and graces my skin. I press the vid button against Zoe's name and wait for her to pick up. I calculate it to be around eleven in the morning for her. I'm hoping its not a bad time. Zoe has her own business, she is a hairdresser and owns her own salon. Her parents died when she was young, it was a horrific car crash, it was instant. They had left her a trust fund which s
SebastianWell, what can I do now? I am so frustrated it's unbelievable. Never has a woman driven me this insane before. I feel like I need an ice cold shower, I can't be relieving myself again in the shower. On top of all that I am supposed to be moving on to the next hotel tonight. I wanted an early start tomorrow morning further down the coast. Yet now I don't want to leave here at all. Not having seen the American Girl. She is a fantasy with her natural grace and beauty. Not to mention that fiery temper of hers and her indignation. Okay I suppose I shouldn't have invaded her space quite so much. I know that was wrong, I really do. Only I couldn't help myself. As soon as I stepped out on the terrace and saw her lying there, my blood heated up, my heart started racing and just looking at her relaxing with a book in her hand, the gentle swell of her breasts. It was too much to resist. I stood on the patio looking at her for a few minutes too long. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Sh
AvaI had an on-off night. I recall crashing out almost straight after my call with Zoe. Then had the weirdest dreams about Him. I think I'm a bit obsessed about him even though I am trying hard to fight this. There is nothing other than his sexy torso, brooding eyes and dark mop of hair that I like about him. I am saying so far his personality is not winning me over. Not that I am looking for anyone to win me over or a romance. I'm not even looking for a fling. I want to get over Mark and besides that, I am in no position to have a relationship out here. It just wouldn't work, not with me living in Chicago. What's the point? Although as I laid in bed during the early hours, I did find myself touching myself at the thought of him. I couldn't stop thinking about his lips on my lady-flower, licking and biting me. It made me throb so badly I had to satisfy myself. My nipples were erect and I just wanted to sit on his face. I relieved myself on my fingers almost instantly then couldn't
AVAI step through the glass paneled patio doors that lead out to the terrace. I see a few people already in the pool, they look to be the slightly older generation getting their early morning laps in. That is dedication for you, it impresses me. The tables this morning are all adorned with white tablecloths, each with a pitcher of iced water on them, silverware and adorable blue coffee cups and saucers with a gold rim. It all looks really eloquent. I can't wait to feel the caffeine seep into my veins and wake me up a bit. I scooch my camera up my shoulder since it has begun to fall down and snap some pictures of the terrace. The sun is already warm at just half past eight and I have to adjust to avoid sun glare. Happy with the shots I make my way to a table underneath an umbrella tucked nicely in the corner. I have all day for the sun on my face and whilst I eat breakfast I prefer the shade. A waiter arrives, tanned, slender and very good looking. He smiles and asks if I am ready
AvaI gulp my second coffee aware of him standing there dressed in navy shorts and a pale blue shirt. It shoes off his bronzed skin and sexy forearms. I think I'm drooling. Yes I am definitely drooling. I watch as his eyebrows furrow. He looks to be having an intense conversation. I wonder who he is talking to. It could be an argument or misunderstanding with the woman in his life. That makes me feel knotted in my stomach. Why am I knotted? Gosh it's not as if I am dating this man or have any designs to do so. I already know he is conceited and arrogant because he invaded my space. Not once but twice. He runs his free hand through his mop of hair, it falls forward. He tries again to no avail. It's so damn sexy and I want to run my fingers through it and pull his face to mine. It's either hot outside, or it is the caffeine rush. But I am definitely feeling a bit too warm right now. I can't peel my eyes away from his slender hips and the toned legs. I already know he has rock-hard abs
SebastianI never usually come down here for breakfast. In fact I rarely start my day with anything but a green smoothie then an intense workout after a run. Only this morning, I am hoping to catch a glimpse of the American Girl. I'm not sure after our last encounter if she will even entertain me asking her to dinner, let alone speak with me. I have butterflies in my stomach at the thought of speaking to her again. This is unlike me. Usually I am confident and straight forward, yet with her. Well it all seems so new, exciting and I am actually a little in awe of her. Does that make me somewhat scared of her? Possibly.Now, however I am caught on the phone. My father is calling an urgent meeting and he wants me to fly down to Malaga where we have an issue with one of our new projects. It is our largest hotel yet here in Spain. We have branched out to other countries but there is nothing like the one we have planned in Malaga. It will become our signature hotel. He is on the phone stres
AvaOh. My. God. He is coming towards me. I can't swallow the piece of cake in my throat. I am hoping he didn't see me being a total clutz and dropping my fork on the floor. I try not to look at him but my eyes are not paying any attention to my mind as they continue to stare into his gorgeous tiger eyes. I then realise that I have cake falling out of my mouth. Great! Time to pull my jaw up from the ground. Mental note: remember you don't like this arrogant s.o.b. I wish my lower regions would kind of remember that, only everything has started to ignite with fire and I can feel myself becoming aroused. I narrow my eyes like he is some kind of panther stalking me. I earnestly keep reminding myself not to be nice to him."Good morning." Right well with a smooth as silk voice like that, it is pretty difficult. I just nod. Then open my mouth. "Not you again." He stops in his tracks. He is close to where I am sitting, it's almost as if life has gone into slow motion. I am oblivious to the