Page 80 of What Happens in Paradise

After gulping down my second cup of coffee, I tried and failed to stifle a loud yawn. I was shattered. My eyelids weighed ten tonnes, every part of my body ached and my vagina felt like it’d been scrubbed with a metal scourer.

But it wastotallyworth it.

Given the chance, I’d repeat last night and this morning with Alejandro again in a heartbeat.

I stood up from the dining table and as I tried to walk, the soreness between my legs hit me again. As sadistic as it sounded, I loved the fact that I could still feel the after-effects of how Alejandro had stretched me wide open as he fucked me over and over again.

‘Do you think they would mind if we took some food for Bob?’ Alejandro said, breaking me out of my thoughts. ‘I know hotels prefer guests not to take anything from the dining hall, so I will pay. He must be hungry.’

My heart fluttered. That was one of the things I loved about Alejandro. He was so considerate.

Just to clarify: when I said it was one of the things Ilovedabout him, I didn’t mean literally. It was just a turn of phrase. Obviously, it was way too soon for that. We were just having fun.

‘They’d probably be fine if we offered to pay.’

‘I will ask.’ He got up and headed over to a waitress.

As soon as Alejandro approached, her whole demeanour changed. Her eyes brightened, her head tilted and maybe I was imagining it but she even pushed out her breasts. Then she laughed and touched his bicep.

Whoa. Hands off, lady.

Touching guests was completely unprofessional.

My subconscious burst out laughing. Who was I to talk about being unprofessional?Hypocritical, much?

I’d just spent all night in bed, fucking my co-worker, and I was about to go shopping for a box of condoms so we could continue shagging each other’s brains out. I was hardly in a position to sit on my high horse.

A sharp pain shot through my chest. What the hell was I doing? I really shouldn’t be extending my stay here with Alejandro. I should be feeling guilty for crossing the line.

I should be making excuses for my shameless behaviour. Blaming it on the sunshine and those rum cocktails and vowing not to do it again.

This was a bad idea for so many reasons. For starters,look at him. Everywhere we went, women’s eyes followed, just like they were right now. That waitress practically had her tongue hanging out. He could have any woman he wanted, so even without the work and age issues, this could never be anything long-term. I was glad we clarified that it was just sex whilst we were away from Ocho Rios, before we did the deed.

She smiled at him again, then disappeared. Alejandro returned to the table.

‘All good?’ I asked, fighting the pangs of jealousy that were stupidly swirling around in my stomach.

‘Sí!Kadesha will prepare a box of food for me to take away.’

‘Kadesha, eh?’ I raised an eyebrow.

‘She is a sweet girl.’

‘She certainly seemed to take a shine to you…’

‘Are youjealous?’ A wide, satisfied smile spread across his face.

‘No!’ I said defensively. Now it was Alejandro’s turn to raise his eyebrow. ‘Okay. Maybe a little…’ I hung my head, embarrassment flooding through me.

Alejandro lifted my chin.

‘You have no reason to be jealous. Like I told you, she is a sweetgirl. But you, Jasmine. You areall woman.’ He leant forward and kissed me passionately on the lips. He didn’t seem to care that we were in a hall full of people, and frankly, I didn’t either. His kisses were just too good. When his lips were on mine, it was like nothing else existed.

The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly jolted us out of our kiss and we pulled away.

When we looked up, Kadesha was standing there clutching a box and she didn’t look happy. After giving me a look so dirty, I felt the need to shower, she turned to Alejandro.

‘Here you go,’ she said sweetly. ‘And if you need anything else, give me a call…’

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