Page 15 of Tan Lines & Trouble
As quickly as they came, my tears dry. "Really?"Maybe this is more crazy-good than straight up crazy?"You think?" I ask, and then just as quickly, "No, I couldn't.
"Why couldn't you?"
"It's just... It was meant to be our trip, you know?"
"Blue from what you told me he wasn’t even excited about it. You said his exact words were ‘whywould we go to the beach when we live at the beach?’"
Hope tickles my chest, like an annoying but persistent itch. "You really think I can do it?"
"You're already off work. The trip is paid for, nonrefundable and on your dime, in case you forgot. I think you'd be crazy not to do it."
"That's all true..."
"What was it you told me when I was trying to sort my shit with Dane?" Thea taps her chin, pretending to think."Something about not hiding like a sissy. You told me to confront him head on."
"Not really the same thing." I can't help but to laugh at her lackluster analogy. "However, I get the point you are, very poorly, making and... I guess I'm gonna do it."
Thea squeals in delight. "This trip is gonna change your life, Blue. I can freaking feel it!"
TWO
Griffin
Icould get used to this;I think to myself as I stand beneath the rainfall showerhead. The scalding water rinses away the grimy film of travel. The flight here was crowded as fuck, but the second my cab pulled up to the resort, I knew being squished into a tin can was well worth it.
From the white sand and clear, blue water to the multiple bars and activities offered, you better believe I plan on taking advantage of every single amenity offered. And if I happen to find a companion of the smoking-hot female variety, I'll gladly bring her along for the ride as well.
After all, what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico, right? Or is that Vegas? Either way, I'm here and I'm ready to fucking relax and unwind before immersing myself fully into opening my new gym.
A high-pitched squeal greets me as I step out of the shower, water sluicing down my naked body.
"Holy-big-dick-Batman!What the hell are you doing in my room?" A blue haired woman with the best tits I've ever seen screeches, her cheeks turning the most delicious shade of candy-apple red.
"Showering; and I think you mean my room." I don't bother trying to cover myself, or my reaction to her. Judging from the way her gaze keeps dipping down, she definitely doesn't mind the view.
"No, I definitely mean mine. I booked it months ago!"
"Interesting, very interesting..." I rub my thumb and index finger over my jaw.
"Interesting is not the word I would use. This…this is unacceptable!"
"I can think of a lot worse things than two attractive singles bunking together." I drag my eyes over her small but curvy body, loving every bit of what I see. "You are single, right?"
Her angry eyes turn sad as she heaves out a sigh. "Can you get dressed?"
I glance down to my semi-erect cock and smirk. "Why? Do you have an issue with the male form?" Honestly, I don't even know why I'm baiting her, but I can't seem to stop myself.
"What I have an issue with is a strange and very naked man in the middle of my room."
I step past her not bothering with a towel and move further into the room toward my suitcase. While I'll never admit it out loud, her surprised gasp as I pass her turns my semi into the real deal, and even though I'd love to turn and give her the full show, I toss on a pair of board shorts before asking, "Better?"
"Hardly!"
I smirk. "Something tells me you'll make it."
"We need to sort this out. Immediately." She turns and stomps toward the door, stopping with her hand on the knob. My eyes dart down to her tight ass, which is why I miss the glacial glare she's tossing my way over her shoulder. "Are you coming?"
"I fucking wish," I mutter to myself before giving a mock salute and following dutifully behind her. "Lead the way captain."
