(http://mysite.verizon.net/grdell/jason.jpg)<br/><br/>Jason Harkness had arrived in Spain yesterday, but did not want to rush his experience, so he'd stayed the night in Madrid before boarding a charter flight to Ibiza first thing this morning. Already a self-made billionaire by 35, he had learned that the only way to get what he wanted was to reach out and take it; but he also liked to take his time and savor the good things in life. So he had planned an entire summer off this year to kick back and enjoy all the things he had skipped on his rise to riches and power. Oh, he'd had more than his fair share of both women and men in his bed - some of which he'd paid for, and some of which had consented to do it for nothing - but this time he wanted that special something more that he could only get at a place like The Place. The pampering, the deference, the casual pace. So here he was, walking into the lobby with a small case slung over his shoulder, drinking in the atmosphere and grinning. He was determined to enjoy himself.<br/><br/>He walked up to the pretty young girl behind the counter.<em>I wonder if she's on the menu, too?</em>he thought. He waited until the Italian stud in front of him finished up with her, eyeing his perfect ass under those pricey slacks.<em>I sure hope he's on the menu!</em><br/><br/>"Morning, sweetie. Name's Harkness, but please call me Jay. Made a reservation couple of weeks ago." He pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose as he scanned the room, taking in the beautiful people as well as the beautiful scenery. "Nice place you've got here."