Algorithm

Chapter 6

He hadn't seen me when I first came out but I had seen him and quickly called his name, rushing over. "Sascha!" I happily yelled, dropping my bags and going straight in for a kiss.

The kiss took Sascha by surprise but he gladly obliged to it, his hands coming around my waist and picking me off the ground slightly. I hummed happily against his lips, not having kissed them in such a long time. They felt plumper than the last time I remembered, but just as soft and with the taste of cigarettes. It wasn't a taste I ideally desired because smoking was such a soul and body destroying drug but it somehow suited Sascha. Giving him his own distinction from others I had been with.

"Well hello to you too." Sascha chuckled in that thick, attractive German accent of his. He put me back on the ground, but I kept my arms wrapped firmly around the back of his neck. "That was quite the welcome from me wasn't it." He winked cockily like he always did.

"I'd say more from me, but what the hell." I giggled. "It's so good to see you."

"And you too baby." He pecked my lips, his hands softly rubbing the exposed skin that my top left. "How was your flight." He asked, us not moving an inch now. "Did you enjoy business class?"

I nodded happily while Sascha grabbed my suitcase, taking hold of my hand to lead me out to his Mercedes Benz SUV. "Very much so, it was very relaxing...I felt so posh."

Sascha chuckled at my admission. "Well you are my princess." He pecked my cheek opening the boot of his car to put my suitcase. Meanwhile, I jumped into the passenger's seat, removing my heels and getting myself comfy. Soon after Sascha joined me, smirking as he started the engine. "Shall I show you where you're staying, well apart from when you're with me." Winking arrogantly.

I rolled my eyes, telling their was fat chance of that happening.

The journey from Dusseldorf to Dortmund took little under an hour, all that time, Sascha and I talked. We talked about us, about back home in Denmark but also about the client, Marco Reus, and what is expected in this project. Sascha seemed very ominous to not give two of his friends all the time to give idea's because apparently they were the ones that would probably mess this up with their stupid ventures - I was yet to make my judgement on that having not met these two so called friends of our client. But Sascha also expressed great gratitude towards Marco Reus and what he's done for Sascha over the years.

Since being with Sascha, I'd only ever heard of Mr Reus, once or twice. Although I knew he was a long term client for the agency Sascha was working for. I didn't take too much notice about his work really but that's my own fault.

All I could gather though, was that Sascha had great respect for Marco and Marco shared that respect back, making the project bigger and more meaningful than I first thought. Which humbled me and made me feel a swell of pride because Sascha trusted me to being dependant in this project and lead the way like not many other agents had with me in the past.

Sascha pulled up on the outskirts of Dortmund's city centre, next to a very posh looking modern resort. I frowned as I glanced out of the darkened window pane's of his SUV. "Is this it?" I asked curiously and turned to the side of me, but Sascha was already out and opening the other door for me.

"This is it, babe." He smiled proudly. "Wilkommen zu L'Arivee hotel and spa." Pointing to the very white, very German-esque building behind him.

When I heard Sascha say the word hotel and spa in the same phrase, I immediately got excited. I loved spa trips and knowing that my hotel room would have access to the spa. Well I was going to be using that lot. Excitedly, I followed Sascha to the main desk, taking the time to look about the place while he did all the room business. This was, after all, in the contract, I'd made sure.

"Babe." Sascha called to me as I looked through one of the German makeup magazines on the table in a little seating area. I couldn't understand a word of German in there but I could just about get the jist of it from the pictures. "Come, your rooms ready." Silently, I took my boyfriend's hand and allowed him to lead the way to where I would be staying.

When he opened the door however, it wasn't anything I was expecting.

I was expecting nothing more than just a plain bedroom with a tv and mini fridge. Instead, I came face to face with a full suit. I gasped at the sight of it. "Sascha!" I shouted, hitting his arm as I entered the room.

"Ouch baby!" He pouted, watching me as I took a seat on the king sized bed in the room.

"I said I just wanted a hotel room, not a whole damn suit to myself!" As much as I was angry with him about him getting such a big room, I wasn't moving from here now. Not with the queen sized bed, walk in wardrobe, big bathroom, seating area, study area, big plasma screen television and the- "Omg...I have a balcony! A balcony." Freaking out, I quickly opened the door to the balcony and went out there. "There's a little table and seats too!" I exclaimed, looking over the sights from my room. "Oh and the sights are beautiful too...oh wow Sascha..." I gasped happily. "This is too much..."

Sascha chuckled as he stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I take it you like this then?" A cocky, know it all smirk to his lips. He deserved to have that right now.

"It's amazing, more than I asked for." I uttered, the sun beating down in my eyes but that didn't take away from the beauty of the place.

"Well it was in your contract," He chuckled. "And plus it's the least that you deserve for being so amazing and doing this for me."

I smiled happily, and turned my face to the side, kissing his cheek. "I love you." I uttered, blushing.

Sascha turned and gave my lips a kiss instead of my cheek. "I love you too, baby."