she said, closing her eyes and pressing her hand against her forehead.
“I’m sorry. We’re almost there. Take deep breaths and look ahead, far away. Yes, like this. Look at something and keep looking at it.”
Jennifer followed his instructions and felt slightly better but couldn’t wait to jump on the ground. When they arrived, she couldn’t walk straight, as if she was drunk. Bruce laughed and held her arm.
“We’re not in a hurry,” he said. “Take your time.”
After ten minutes, she told him she felt better and they walked to a parking lot, filled with sports cars and luxury sedans. It seemed like a car rental company for wealthy clients.
“Wait here for me,” Bruce said, helping her to sit on a bench. She saw him with a man, probably a salesman, and Bruce gave him his passport and Amex black card. Then, they shook hands and Bruce disappeared behind a door. A few minutes later, she heard the loud roar of a powerful engine and a beautiful car approached. Bruce lowered the window and called Jennifer.
“Come on princess,” he said playfully. “Get in.”
Jennifer joined him inside and saw the logo of the car. It was written Aston Martin. She knew this brand.
“Is it James Bond’s car?” she said.
“Yes it is.”
Bruce pressed the pedal and propelled the vehicle forward with a loud bang. Jennifer remembered the night when Victoria had let her drive her Ferrari and she was now dying to repeat the same experience.
“Will you let me drive it?” She asked.
Bruce hesitated for a moment. “After dinner, if you still feel like it...”
They stopped at the valet parking of the restaurant and Bruce gave the keys to a young man wearing a uniform. The place wasn’t too sophisticated. It gave Jennifer the warm feeling of a family-owned restaurant where the chef would know each client personally. The crowd, however, was definitely upscale. Jennifer could tell they were surrounded by rich and famous people. She paid close attention and even recognized a few celebrities sitting in different corners.
Bruce ordered the best of the best for the two of them. They had caviar, lobsters, oysters, shrimps, crabs and more. Jennifer tasted some of the most delicate and refined wines she’d ever tried. It was so sweet and subtle that she could barely feel the alcohol.
Bruce and Jennifer had a great time. A small band of violinists played near their table just for them and covered her with roses. Jennifer completely forgot her worries in New York and spent one of the most relaxing and satisfying moment of her life. It was truly an incredible night.
After dinner, they walked hand in hand along the beach to digest and enjoy the view. There was something special about that place that seemed to make everything beautiful. Jennifer could perfectly picture herself living in such a place if she was ever given the chance.
“It’s getting late,” Bruce finally said. “Are you ready to go?”
Jennifer took a deep breath and looked around. “How long are we going to stay?”
“A week or two, I guess. We’ll come back, don’t worry.”
“Okay. In that case, yes, let’s go.”
They walked back to the restaurant and waited at the valet parking.
“I want to drive,” she said. “You promised me.”
“All right, no problem.”
Jennifer sat on the driver’s seat and adjusted the mirrors. She felt less intimidated than the first time with Vicky, but she could still feel the adrenaline quicken her heart beats.
“I don’t want to go back to the yacht right now,” she said. “Let’s explore the area...”
Bruce nodded. “I like that. Good idea. No destination in particular, then?”
“Nope. We have a GPS, right?”
“Yes.”
“So we can come back to the pier easily.”
“Correct. Let’s have fun.”
Jennifer drove very slowly at first. The car was very big and large, and she could feel how powerful it was when she accelerated. Moreover, the roads were very narrow compared with the US and it was