The hills above Marbella were alive with the sound of a V12 engine as Clover pulled the gear paddle behind the steering wheel to change down a gear for a corner. She was extremely nervous and had decided to go out and do what she liked best. Drive. Cars were her big passion and having driven the Ferrari 812 Superfast (https://www.thenational.ae/image/policy:1.530586:1499852925/Lf13-Ferrari-superfat.JPG?f=16x9&w=1200&$p$f$w=4b22421) from her apartment in London to Marbella two days ago, she was now enjoying some quiet mountain roads. If she had stayed on the Linea, waiting for her guests, she knew she’d explode from the nerves so she had come up with this plan. Go out, relax and made a grand entry when everybody was already on the boat. Minutes ago she had gotten the text message from Giacomo saying that the guests had arrived so Clover had turned around and was making her way back to the marina. Once she got out of the corner, she floored the pedal, roaring the massive engine before going hard on the brakes again before the final corner before the town.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later she turned into the marina, slowly driving around all the tourists making pictures towards the end of the harbour. The Linea looked good, towering over the other yachts, her shiny blue hull making her look bigger than she already was. Clover parked the car, knowing that later that day a transport company would load the car into a lorry and take it back to London. She opened the door and got out. As she looked at the deck of her boat, she took off her sunglasses and took a deep breath.<br/><br/>Show time.<br/><br/>She was wearing short jeans, black sneakers and a white loose top. Haute Couture wasn’t really her thing. Clover made a playful sprint towards the boarding plank and quickly got over it to get on the main deck of the Linea, right amidst the girls she had invited. After a playful bow, she introduced herself, waiting for everybody to have gathered.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/1f/65/63/1f65639178cc4d30ebfeba5338d5b6d8.jpg)</div><br/>“Hi girls. I’m Clover. Please have a seat…”<br/><br/>She motioned towards the circular bench around the small pool.<br/><br/>“So.. ehm.. Well first of all.. Thank you all for coming. I know it’s been a long journey for most of you but at least some of you have already had the chance to get to know each other. I really hope that the boat is what you had expected of it and more importantly, I hope that I can live up to your expectations as well.”<br/><br/>Clover sat down herself as the last of the girls sat down and continued.<br/><br/>“I’m not going to lie, I am a bit nervous. So many wonderful, pretty women and all for me. I realise that puts a bit of pressure on me but I can promise you I’ll do my best. Before we set off, there is a few things we have to talk about. The lowest deck and the bridge are off limits, alright, this is crew only. This is the main deck, which is fully accessible. There’s a cocktail bar, a dining table and an indoor lounge. The deck above this has my private quarters, which are off limit unless invited and an outdoor lounge at the back, which is open for you. One deck below here is where the crew sleeps at the front, this is off limits and at the back there is a gym and a theatre which you can use at your leisure. The jetski’s, surfing equipment and diving gear is there as well. Please don’t use those while the boat is moving.”<br/>Clover plucked her t-shirt and put her sunglasses on the bench next to her.<br/><br/>“You have already met the captain, Giacomo Pirlotti. His daughter, Laura, is the cocktail waitress and will be on duty from the afternoon to the evening to serve us with drinks and snacks. Antonio is a deckhand to help Giacomo with the smooth running of the vessel. In the kitchen we have Pascal Baretta and his son and Bella DiMaria is the chambermaid. That is I believe all the staff we have on board. Both Laura and Bella are very good masseuses as well, so if you want a massage, just ask one of them and they can set you up on the deck or in the gym.”<br/><br/>All the staff had gathered on the deck for the small introduction except the chef, who was busy preparing dinner as his son said.<br/><br/>“Now for the boring bits. This vessel is almost brand new and this will be her first big tour. In the highly unlikely event of an emergency, you follow the orders the staff gives you. The ship is new, the crew is experienced so listening to them will save your life. In case somebody falls overboard, you will throw them a buoy and a life vest and yell ‘man overboard, man overboard’. If you are in the water, do not under any circumstances swim near the back of the ship while the engines are running. It’s probably the most sensible thing in your mind as you can get back on board there, the screws of the engine will suck you under and mince you and I quite like the looks of all of you as you are now.”<br/><br/>She made a playful giggle and took a mojito from the tray that Laura was serving.<br/><br/>“I think that’s all for now. If you have any questions, now or later, just ask me or the crew.”<br/><br/>Clover took a big sip of the mojito, letting the fluids moisten her mouth and cool her down before swallowing. Then she gave a nod to the captain who immediately began to order the crew around in Italian to get the ship moving.<br/>