The Red Bull Party Girl |ON HOLD|

11. Monaco.

8am on the dot and the phone next to me started ringing. I picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is your alarm call, as requested madame." A rather sexy sounding French accent replied.
"Right, thanks." I briefly wondered if the man who's voice I'd heard was as sexy in the flesh. I lay there for another minute, I could definitely get used to this. Waking up in a luxurious bed on an even more luxurious yacht. Reluctantly I got out of the bed and headed in to the bathroom. After doing what I needed to, which included using more of that lush cleanser, I went back in to the bedroom and got myself back in to my dress. I found a hair tie in the bottom of my bag and tied my hair back in to a simple pony tail, it would have to do until I got back to my hotel. My hotel was going to feel like a considerable down grade compared to this! I put my phone back in to my bag and opened the door, I looked left and right, not sure how to get back to the lounge area. To the right of me I could see some stairs heading down so decided to try that. Thankfully this seemed to bring me back to the hallway I'd seen last night and I could see the open deck in front of me, at the other end. I pushed a button to my right and the doors slid open, I stepped out in to the already bright sunlight.
"Good morning." James was already sat a table which was laden with various foods.
"Hi." I approached the table.
"Did you sleep well? You look refreshed." He asked. "Please, have a seat." He smiled.
"Yes, I did thanks." I replied and smiled as a crew member pulled a chair out for me to sit down. "Wow this all looks fantastic." I took in the sight of all the food, coffee and orange juice, I was suddenly very hungry.
"Please help yourself, I can get you something cooked if you'd prefer." He was keen to please me.
"Oh this is more than enough James." I smiled and poured myself a coffee, adding a little milk to it. I decided on a croissant and then some melon with pineapple. We ate in comfortable silence and I took in the stunning view of Monaco rising up in to the hills while we sat in the warm sunshine.
"Oh there goes Sebastian, one of your drivers." James nodded his head in the direction of four men that were walking away from us along the boardwalk. My stomach dropped, one of them was unmistakably Sebastian. "Must be off for a run with Kimi and their PT's." He added.
"Yeah, must be." I mumbled my reply.
"Kimi's yacht is only another couple up from this one, he must be staying onboard with Kimi like he did last year. You should see it, it's amazing and even bigger than ours." He watched with me as the four men left the mariner. I just nodded in reply, Seb must have seen me and now he'll be thinking I've slept with James. His message flashed through my mind, I felt sure he knew, somehow, that I'd left with James last night.

I returned to my room after popping to the garage for a conference call with Emma and the guys back at Milton Keynes. I had also been grilled about my night on the yacht with James, despite my repeated insistance that nothing had happened. She had found out from Antti this morning that Seb had briefly gone to the party last night which at least made me feel better about my crazy mind playing tricks on me. What didn't help me though was Emma saying that Seb had gone because he knew I'd be there and that Antti had tried to talk him out of going. Right now I wasn't happy about tomorrow's arrangement; body painting. Just when I thought things couldn't get anymore uncomfortable to wear in front of people than the catsuit, I got told that tomorrow I'd be covered head to toe in body paint and had parade about (have photos taken) with Seb and Daniel. Great. Two men who had seen me naked in private and currently disliked each other, had to stand with me virtually naked and covered in body paint with only nipple covers and a thong to cover my modesty. Despite making my feelings known on the issue the message from Keynes was 'this is what we want and you're doing it' and they were not budging on the issue. I'd have to be at the Energy Station by 7.30am as they had an office we could use that was private for me to get painted up. Then I'd have to make a mortifying trip to the garage as they didn't want to cover me in a robe in case I got too hot and some of it came off. I wanted to cry. Not only was I going to have face Seb with him thinking I'd slept with James, I was going to have do so covered in body paint.