"Okay, I'll work on her."
I hear the baby crying in the background. "Emma's lungs are working, then?"
"Ha, yes. I’d better go. Thanks for calling. Love you."
"Love you, too." I hang up and pour myself a glass of wine.
I sit at the kitchen counter as my mind wanders.
She was telling the truth.
Hmm……interesting.
April
I sit in the back of the black Audi with Jeremy. The windows are tinted, as is the case with all the government cars. A security guard is driving.
This is a whole new world to me.
It's Monday morning, and a cavalcade of cars are parked. We are all waiting for Sebastian Garcia to join us. He's mid press conference now, and once finished, his entourage is heading to Wales.
There are nine cars in total, including his advisors, his crisis management team—Bart, Jeremy and his security. This afternoon, he's opening a hospital, has to speak at a luncheon and visit a school. Tomorrow, he's going to an opening ceremony at a university, and then he has a string of other engagements over the next few days.
It's been a long weekend after seeing him on Saturday night. He hasn’t contacted me since.
Not that I wanted him to, of course. But I do wonder if he ended up sleeping with his date, and that’s why he didn’t call.
I spoke to Eliza for an hour last night on the phone and she thinks that I don’t have closure between the two of us and that this is the problem, and perhaps she’s right. I do seem to have a lot of unsaid words I want to say to him.
Maybe I should just blurt them all out and get it over with.
Bart is in the car in front of ours, so it's just Jeremy and I for the three-hour long drive. I'm looking forward to getting to know him a little better. He's very guarded with Bart around, but perhaps he's just being professional.
There's a flurry of people on the front steps, and I know Sebastian is close. People seem to run when he's around. His personality dominates those of his co-workers.
It will be very interesting to see him when the Prime Minister returns. At the moment, he seems to be running everything around here.
Sebastian walks out into my view. He’s wearing a perfectly fitted charcoal suit with a white shirt and navy tie. His black hair has a little wave to it, and his dark olive skin sets off the whole alluring look.
There's no denying it, Sebastian Garcia is a gorgeous looking man.
Of Spanish descent, if I remember correctly.
I twist my fingers in my lap as I watch him talk to the woman at his side as they walk down the steps. They’re deep in conversation, and he doesn’t look up.
The woman is Kellan Chesterfield, his closest advisor, she's well respected and intelligent. She has a master's degree in economics and politics.
She’s beautiful with her dark hair and big pouty lips. Add to that, a figure to die for, and I'm not jealous of her at all.
"He isn’t into her," Jeremy says casually.
I frown as I turn to look at him. "I beg your pardon?"
"Just in case you wanted to know." Jeremy shrugs.
"Why would I want to know that?" Fuck….am I that obvious?
Jeremy sips his takeaway coffee as we watch Sebastian and Kellan getting into the same car.
She gets to drive with him.
"Well, it's obvious, isn’t it?" Jeremy asks.
"What's obvious?"
"I'm just saying that when you're in the room, Sebastian Garcia sees no one else."
"What?"
The car pulls out into the line of black government vehicles. "Oh, come on, April. You must see it."
"See what?" I act innocent because I want Jeremy to elaborate so that I can feed my sick addiction to this man.
"Garcia is into you."
"Why would you say that?"
"The way he looks at you."
"How does he look at me?" I feel excitement stir deep in the pit of my stomach.
Stop it.
"Like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen."
I bite the inside of my cheek. "I don’t think so."
"I know so." Jeremy puts his head back against the headrest and looks out of the window.
I twist my fingers on my lap as I carefully plan my next question. Jeremy is the one person who knows a lot about Sebastian.
"I think he has a girlfriend, anyway."
"Nope." He smirks. "Been single for years. Had a wife once, though. Total bitch."
Don’t I know that.
"Really?" I act surprised.
"Yeah, and she wants him back."
"Who told you that?"
"It's no secret."
I frown as I try to think on my feet. "I thought I read somewhere that she’d had an affair, though?"
"I think he was away all the time, working. No idea what happened really." He shrugs. "She'd have to be a fucking idiot to cheat on him. He's totally gorgeous."
I smile, knowing my suspicions were right. Jeremy is gay. "He is," I agree. "Not my type, though."
"Oh, please." He huffs. "Garcia is everybody's type. I bet he'd be all dominant in bed, too."
You have no idea.
"Maybe one day you'll find out," I tease.
He chuckles. "I wish." His head goes back to the headrest again. "But I'm taken."
"By Bart? You're not the only one who notices things around here." I smile.
His eyes hold mine.
"Relax," I sigh as I put my head back onto the headrest. "I need a fucking ally around here. Your secrets are safe with me. I’ve got enough of my own shit going on to worry about you and Bart."
He smiles, as if relieved.
I sigh. "What happens on these trips away, anyway? Tell me everything."
It's 6:00 p.m., and I’m exhausted.
How in the hell is Sebastian doing this. He has constantly been switched on, and when I say on, I mean in the spotlight, being interviewed since 8:00 a.m. He did the press conference this morning, then we drove the three hours down to Wales. He opened the hospital, spoke at a luncheon, did another press conference, and then he visited a school.
He hasn’t looked at me once.
Not once.
And I know because I've been watching him all day.
I also know how this is going to go. I'm going to be pining over him now, being all pathetic and remembering how his body felt inside mine. I'm actually glad he's not looking at me; I really am.
But seriously… not even a glance? I mean, fuck me.
Did I completely imagine Saturday night?
We've just arrived at our hotel now. Taylah, Sebastian's PA, is handing out the keys. She came early and organized a group check-in for everyone.
The foyer is grand and large. It's like an old castle that has been done up into a swanky hotel. The bar is off to the left of the foyer and has a large open fire and warm furnishings with deep red carpet. It's beautiful, like something in a magazine.
One by one, everyone gets their keys and heads into the bar. I get to Taylah, and she digs through her bundle of keys and reads from her folder.
"Hello, April." She hands me my key. "Level six, room 212. Your luggage will be taken straight up by concierge."