Huge changes have been made to this chapter. Torrie xxx

I finally woke up after sitting on a stupid plane for 8 hours. To be honest, I can't understand why I fell asleep. I've never been able to fall asleep on planes. Also there's the fact that I'm scared of flying. Sure after all this air travelling I have to endure every time I'm hired by some rich folk I've gotten use to the idea but still I'm still scared. Especially when we go through some air turbulence. Eugh! Anyway, I was just walking off the plane when some guy thought he could pinch my bum and then put the blame on his little 8 year old boy. Unfortunately for him not only did the security man Jock-who is a very good friend of mine-see it, but so did his wife. That resulted in 2 quick, cold slaps, one from me and the other from his wife. On different cheeks. His wife made him apologise for his behaviour and then continued to beat him with her handbag into the main building. I quickly said hi to Jock and asked how life was going and then went to get my bag.

After finally collecting my bag, I walked out into the cold crisp air of Washington D.C. Now there was a problem. I was told the airport had 3 different pick-up areas and I had no idea which one was where Mr. Batista was. So, what else could I do? I sat down on a bench and waited. Half an Hour later and the airport seemed to be closing and surprisingly still no sign of Mr. Batista and his Ms. Nutini sign. I honestly felt like crying.

'Oh my god! I should have known that airport staff are completely useless!' came a strong but smooth voice from in front of me. I looked up to find one huge man with beautiful brown eyes stood-well lets be true shall we?-towering over me.

'No, it was my fault. I should have asked the lady where I should meet you. Pleased to meet you Mr. Batista, I'm Malencia Nutini, the woman who will be searching for your new house.' I said holding out my hand for him to shake.

'That is not the point Ms. Nutini and please, call me Dave.' He said bringing my hand up to his cold lips and placing a kiss to my frozen knuckles.

'Only if you call me Malencia.' I said smiling at him.

'Very well then Malencia. Shall we?' he smirked holding out his arm for me to link. I smiled up at him, got up and placed my arm through his, as he walked me to his car. And what a car it was!

It was a gorgeous, burgundy Mercedes with cream leather interior and heated seats. He opened the door for me and took my bag to place in the back. I got my self in and smelt the inside of the car. It must have been new. It smelt like it even if it wasn't, that and the smell of his Cologne. wow. He soon got in himself and started the car. Beautiful, a low humming noise. To be honest with you i have never before ridden in a Mercedes, it's always been a limo. He looked over and smiled at me.

'Oh! The Hilton hotel please.' I said embarrassed about not telling him where he had to drop me off.

'I beg your pardon, I'm sorry what was that?' He said looking at me oddly.

'The Hilton Hotel. The one near that really tall building that for the life of me can't remember the name'

'No no not that. You said Hotel'

'Yeah'

'There's no need. I thought that while you're here finding my Dream House, you should at least stay in the same house as the one you will mostly be working in. And also the streets of Washington D.C is no place for a young woman.' He said. 'and a very attractive young woman at that' he said under his breath, obviously not intending me to hear. Unfortunately though, I did.

'Well what was that look for that you gave me?' I asked dumb founded.

'Am I not allowed to look at you?' he asked

'But why did you?' I asked.

'Do you know that it's rude to answer a question with a question?' He asked smiling at me.

'I could say the same thing to you.' were we flirting? I don't know but he didn't say anything after that. He just chuckled and pulled out of the airport to his Washington home.

About 30 minutes later we pulled up to a pair of 10ft metal security gates. Dave punched in the code and the gates opened allowing us through and then closing and locking after we had passed. His house was unbelievable! It was the same size as mine but more recent looking with a lot of ground. Dark stone created a three story mansion with huge windows with loads of character.

'Are you madly insane, demented or just plain crazy!? Why are you selling this place? It's gorgeous.' I said shockingly at him.

'There are a lot of memories in this house that I don't want.' He walked up to the oak door with a sad look on his face but with a bit of anger held back within his skin.

Was it something I said? I got my bag out of the back and carried it to the open front door and into the hallway. Yep, he was insane. Marble floors and mahogany furniture furnished the place beautifully. In the middle of the hall were the stairs that curved outwards either side. At the side of them stood a small elderly lady with dark grey hair tied up in a bun. 'Don't worry sweetheart, you did nothing wrong. He just can't let go after 9 weeks. Come on, I'll show you your room'

I followed her up the stairs and down the hall to another set of stairs and to the right and down another hallway till we got to the last door on the right side. She then left me alone and continued back downstairs. I opened the door and walked inside placing my bag by the door and closing it behind me. A four poster bed lay to the right of me, covered in soft materials like velvet and silk in golds and reds. To my left were two other doors. One was a huge walk in closet and the other was a marble bathroom. I couldn't understand what got Dave so upset. What happened to him 9 weeks ago, that would upset such a massive man that was Dave Batista?