We stopped for lunch before heading back to the hotel. I was so exhausted after that I collapsed the minute I hit my room. The room was very spacious. The suite produced two adjoining rooms on either sides of the living room and fully stocked kitchen with separate bathrooms and sitting areas. I was extremely impressed. Both rooms were equally spacious and beautifully decorated with cool ocean prints and hues of blues and tan. It spoke of Azmir’s taste and elegant lifestyle, which was very difficult not to be overawed by.
Before I fell asleep, Azmir came into my room dressed in off white linen pants that fell so seductively down his mile high legs. His shirt matched them and his tan leather loafers announced a man of class and sophistication. Taking him in was all too heady for my exhausted mind and body. He came to tell me he’d probably be gone by the time I woke up and to feel free to order anything I wished from room service, he had business to tend to and wouldn’t be back until very late. I thanked him and fell asleep.
When I awoke, sure enough, Azmir was gone. I washed up and unpacked my clothes. It was still early and I was dying to get into the water. I threw on a bikini, grabbed a book, and headed for the beach. I swam and lapped in the water for hours before getting out taking a breather and reading my book. I eventually ordered something light to eat right there on the beach. The staff was polite and very accommodating, I could get used to this type of living. I wondered if this was something Azmir Jacobs did often with other woman.
It grew dark and I decided to go for a walk on the beach. I did a lot of thinking, reflecting, and breathing. I took in everything—aquatic sounds, the feel of the salted breeze, the music that blended with the push and pull of the ocean and the tourists. Before I knew it—it was well after ten p.m. and I was feeling extremely spent so I went back to my room to shower and hit the sack.
I was awakened by noise. I looked to see what it was and realized Azmir had just gotten in. I glanced at the clock and it read twelve forty-two a.m. I sauntered into his room to chat but didn’t see him. I heard the shower going.
I knew it was wrong but I grew curious and crept over to the bathroom making sure I wasn’t heard. The door was slightly ajar and my heart pounded ferociously. All day at the beach, I thought of this man, every inch of him. Now I have the opportunity to see every inch of him and I’m fucking scared shitless.
I poked my head in the door in search for a vantage point, and found it wasn’t difficult to locate. I saw him tall and strong, washing his ripped chest and well-defined arms, his sinewy back was broad and flexing, and his waist was deliciously tapered. I wrapped my arms around my throbbing breasts, taut at the nipples and rested my head against the doorframe. He had no idea I was watching. I couldn’t see right through the shower glass because it was partially fogged from the heat of the water but I could damn sure see the contour of his shape. I hadn’t realized Azmir was so cut. I guess it’s because he wasn’t bulky, his lean frame was solid—appearing well over six feet tall and over two hundred pounds. I was getting turned on by the second. My conscience began to get the best of me, somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew this was in clear violation so I tiptoed in lunges back to my room.
On my way, I passed the nightstand in Azmir’s room and stopped at the sight of his pocket contents spread on it. The gold pocket watch was there. This time it was attached to the crystal globe I’d given him on the plan. My heart leaped. Over something as small as that, my heart swelled! It lay there with cash, chap stick and a pack of chewing gum. Once again, it brought my curiosity back to why he carried an antiquated style watch. I began my stride to my room as my mind churned over it.
When he was done, he dressed and appeared at my door, I could hear his footsteps approaching. I sat up in bed as he glided into my room, still feeling hot and flustered from my earlier discoveries.
“What are you doing in here?” Disappointment surged at the realization that he wasn’t naked. A girl could dream. “How would you feel if I were to wake you in the middle of the night?” I hissed my sexual frustrations out at him.