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I am fascinated as we literally drive through the shallow waters of the beach, riding tracks that are laid on this island seabed. These tracks lead us to a large hollow entrance inside the gigantic cliff. We are now “inside the garage.”

Here suddenly, nature is replaced by a most sophisticated boarding area. Well lit, like a first-class luxury lounge, the platform is a gleaming white marble. The sky can be seen through skylights placed high above us. The platform is at level with the deck of the yacht and fixes so closely to our yacht that it forms one single floor. Disembarking is simply a matter of walking onto the platform. The sophisticated, high-tech platform is a strong contrast to the ruggedness of the cliff outside. The gleaming white platform has embedded lights in the ground and just as we get out of the yacht we are greeted by the beautiful statue of a woman in a classical dress.

I notice that as the men get out of the yacht, they touch her lowered hand as a ritual. Carved out in blue marble, she stands three times taller than the rest of us.

“That’s Minerva, she brings luck,” says Ethan.

“She is gorgeous,” I admire her beautiful features and long hair.

“She looks like you,” says Ethan.

“I am not a Goddess,” I say though he has lifted me by his compliment.

I fight the urge to take a selfie. This is his ‘garage’, his sanctuary. I can tell how happy he is over here. The place is well inhabited and bustling with activity. Workers in lab coats and hard hats, mechanics and catering staff all bustling with activity.

“This island is a hub for research activity,” explains Ethan. “The scientists have their homes here on this island and are making good progress on saving the local coral reef.”

“Wow, this is all so …” I give up.

“I have my own cozy space above the garage.” He smiles with a childlike excitement.

We walk up to a section of which has at least five elevator doors. He presses his hand on a glass panel, and the door immediately opens. Obviously, this elevator is reserved just for him. I think about the insanity of this moment. I had ridden the elevator in Hawaii to see him at the infinity pool. Now I am inside a cliff in Portugal, riding up an elevator with Ethan Knight CEO of Elysian.

THE ROOM ABOVE THE GARAGE

BROOKE

The elevator zooms upwards. This is him in his sanctuary. He seems relaxed, almost playful, and full of desire.

“I find elevator rides so awkward,” I say to him to kill the silence.

“That is a huge problem, Miss Banner.”

“Miss Banner? I thought I was Brooke, and you are Ethan?”

“Brooke and Ethan are locked inside of us,” he says with a hint of mischief. “Our bodies are like magic lamps, Miss Banner, and we have enclosed and enslaved Brooke and Ethan inside of ourselves.”

The game has begun.

“Oh no,” I say in my sexy, girly, distressed voice. “Oh no Mr. Banner. Oh no!”

He moves towards me. “What must we do to the lamps Miss Banner?” His eyes are now piercing into mine. He is bringing his face closer and closer, and with it the fresh scent that always melts me.

“Oh Mr. Knight, I think we need to rub the lamps.”

“Must be done. Rules are rules,” he says, bending his head and bringing his lips to my neck.

The elevator door has opened revealing the most luxurious, beautiful living space I have ever seen. The massive living space has a light cedar wooden floor the planks of which respond very happily to the sunlight coming from the massive garden and balcony on the other end. As we walk into the space, I realize the floor is heated to a perfect temperature. Everything faces the massive balcony that has a Japanese garden which tapers gently into white marble flooring that is finally kissed by a glass wall. For someone looking from the ocean, they would need binoculars to realize that we are in the lap of luxury inside a cliff.

“This is your place above the garage!” I squeal, taking in the place. One of the walls creates a tasteful area where the large wooden bed is situated.

“About that rubbing, Miss Banner.” He takes hold of my chin, and my mouth softly opens. I catch a reflection in a mirror, in the mini bar across from us. I notice my eyes, wanting and full of eagerness as his hands circle my waist. His handsome head bent towards me. He is smiling and enjoying himself.

“Miss Banner, do you know the exact location where the lamp must be rubbed? And I have more questions.”

“Really? Such as?”

“What if we bite and rub? Would that help release poor Broke and Ethan?” I suddenly feel his teeth biting into my earlobe.

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