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      She wrinkled her nose, but didn’t comment. With a hand on the small of her back he guided her over the gravel driveway. The tingling in her skin morphed into a swift burn, flaming over her body from head to toe. Alexa wished she’d worn a bra, that way she could ditch the horrible jacket instead of sweating buckets in the early morning sunshine. After knocking once, he stepped away from her.

      A man dressed formally in black trousers, and a white shirt and tie combo opened the door. He looked too young to be the man Ric described as Mr Romero. Must be the butler or something.

      The man greeted them in Spanish and invited them in. The entrance lobby showcased a staircase made of glass, moving up and across the hill at every level. She stood for a second, dazed at the sight, never having seen anything like it.

      Ric’s arm slid around her lower back and she snapped her attention back to him. He smirked down at her, as if to say he knew it was spectacular and that’s exactly why he picked the place. Still, something niggled that this wasn’t the right venue for Ric’s charity. They were led through to what she assumed to be the lounge, if the four large sofas and fireplace was anything to go by, but what drew her attention was the glass wall with the whole of Marbella on the other side.