"Set on nearly 20 acres overlooking the city, this stunning Mediterranean Villa in Benedict Community built in 2001 captures the warmth and beauty of Southern California living.  The property almost defies description with 30,000 plus square feet, 7 bedrooms, 13 full baths and 9 half baths, 9 fireplaces, an elevator, garage and motor court to accommodate 27 cars, staff quarters offering 3 bedrooms and separate full kitchen.  The interiors have been designed for modern lifestyles, yet pay homage to timeless European elegance, which include a formal living room, dining room, library, commercial-grade gourmet kitchen, breakfast nook, family room, gym, game room, projection screening room, wine cellar and dining room.  Offering a perfect setting for an outdoor soiree, the grounds inspire the kind of serenity found in the world's most secluded villas with immaculate lawns and gardens, orchards, fountains, a mosaic-tiled swimming pool, outdoor pavilion, pool house with kitchen and pizza oven, tennis court and pavilion, walking paths and a view to envy."  Kate closed the brochure and looked up at her client, his back towards her as he took in the foyer with his hands in his jeans pockets.  She smoothed her french manicured hands down over her pinstripe skirt suit and inhaled.  "I can guide you around, or you can explore for yourself, sir," she said quietly, causing him to turn around to face her.  She watched his eyes rake over her face then back up to hers, a slow smile taking over his lips.<br>
"A tour would be perfect," he said with a lopsided smile.  "Please, lead the way."<br>
She gave a quick nod, then began her journey down the hall to her right.  Well prepared in her sleek black Loubuiton peep toe stillettos, she thought back to the couple of previous times, with different people.  This house was her toughest sell, with an asking price of fifty seven and a half million dollars.  Her sellers had already reduced the price twice, and the house had had multiple showings since it's arrival on the market a month ago.  But him, he was her best lead so far.  He'd contacted her two days ago, getting her number through a couple of mutual contacts, saying he was in town and needed a house of his own, close to his work.  He was flexable on size and price, ready to buy as soon as possible with a large down payment.<br>
As she led him around, her mind wandered to his paperwork.  She'd heard of him before- it was hard not to when you lived in Los Angeles- but she was so busy working she didn't understand all the hype around him.  She did have to be honest though, he did have some attractive attributes- but she couldn't think of his eyes, lips, and jawline right now.<br>
"And in here, Mr. Pattinson, is the gourmet kitchen and breakfast nook, if you like to cook, or know someone who does."  She gestured towards the oak cabinets, marble counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and two center islands- one with bar stools, the other with a deep kitchen sink and arching faucet.  She waited while he looked around, opening an occasional cupboard or glancing out a window.  When he seemed finished, she continued onto the next room then the next, taking plenty of time for him to look through.  He was quiet, never showing signs of approval, or not.  She did feel him looking at her once in a while though, in a way that was lingering, making her hair stand on end.<br>
An hour later, after showing him the pool, garage, tennis court and other amenities, they made their way to her SUV, and on to the next house.<br>
"So what did you think of the villa?" Kate asked, finally breaking the silence.  She really wished he wasn't so reserved.<br>
"It was okay, though not incredibly impressive," he said, then glanced over at her from the passenger seat, just in time to catch the slight purse of her full lips.  He bit his lower lip in attempts to hold back a grin.  He was looking forward to walking the next house with her, maybe after warming up to each other, he could look forward to his fantasy of her coming true- hoisting her up onto a counter top by her slim waist, his hands pushing her tidy skirt up while her slender hands worked to free his throbbing cock from his restrictive jeans, then taking her and making her scream his name as it echoed off the big empty walls.<br>
He shifted in his seat towards her, trying to releave the pressure in his jeans.<br>
"Well, the next estate comes fully furnished, but we can remove the furniture, if you wish," she responded, noticing from the corner of her eye how he had shifted in his seat, and the expression on his face- smoldering.  Her breath hitched as she inhaled to continue her sentence.  She tried to play it off as a small cough, covering her mouth with a fist and apologizing.<br>
"If you care, Diane Keaton and Madonna both owned this next house at different times."  She put on her best polite smile and sent it at him, trying to ignore the hungry look in his eyes.  Where the hell did that come from? she thought to herself.  One minute he was cold and distant, now he's all hot and bothered.  She returned her eyes to the road.<br>
"Good to know," he said, his voice throaty and rough.  "This suv is beautiful," he said, changing the subject.  He watched her eyebrows draw together.  "Almost as beautiful as you," he finished, a lazy smile on his lips.<br>
She looked at him, stunned.  She might as well have been hit with a fly ball out of nowhere.  She recovered quickly, and continued on about the house.<br>
"It's situated on a half acre, and was once featured in Architectural Digest.  Seven bedrooms, nine baths, almost twenty thousand square feet." she finished, swearing not to look at him for the remainder of the drive.<br>
"And the price?"<br>
"A little less than half of the last estate we were at- twenty four and a half million," she said cooly.<br>
"And the last <i>estate</i>, what were the beds, baths, square feet and price?"<br>
And only because she'd showed it so many times did she know that info right off the top of her head.  "Ten bedrooms, twenty two bathrooms, thirty thousand square feet, fifty seven and a half million."  She pulled up the driveway and stopped in front of an iron gate and punched in the code.  As the gates pulled back, she slowly passed through and continued up the drive.  She parked, turned off the suv, then climbed out and rounded the hood, waiting for her client, but maintaining a professional distance.<br>
"Madonna, huh?" he asked with a smile as they made their way to the glass French door entryway.  She held it open for him, and he murmured a thank you as he passed, a little closer than necessary.  She was pretty sure he purposely inhaled through his nose as he passed her.<br>
Once he was a couple steps inside, she pulled the house's brochure from her inside jacket pocket and began to read aloud.<br>