I Had the Best Sex of My Life, But at What Cost?

My Spanish adventure that ended in a thousand euros

There I was in Palma de Mallorca, desperately trying to unwind after months of work stress. My plan was simple: sun, beach, and lots of cocktails. But the universe had other plans for me.

It was on one of those nights, at the hotel bar, that everything changed. He showed up looking like he’d stepped out of a Spanish movie — tall, dark, and with a smile that made my knees weak.

Girl, danger alert!

We started chatting. He was a civil engineer, single (or so he said), and had a voice that… well, let’s just say he could’ve read the phone book and I’d still be turned on.

Focus, woman! You’re here to relax, remember?

But who was I kidding? The chemistry between us was stronger than all the margaritas I’d knocked back that week. And then, he made his proposal.

I was expecting him to invite me up to his room. I mean, I’m no saint, and honestly, the idea of a hot night with a gorgeous Spaniard didn’t sound half bad.

But no. He offered me 10,000 euros to be his luxury companion for a week.

Wait, what?!

“Do I look like a hooker or something?” I asked, half offended, half shocked.