I shook my head and he left, leaving me looking out of my second-floor window towards the ocean. The blue did call to me, but the reflection I saw in the window of the woman looking out pulled me back. Finally, something the bellhop said to me caused me to open my suitcase. "What the hell. I'm in the BVI's, I don't have a job, and I'm on vacation. Let's have some fun."
I pulled on my suit, which was admittedly just a simple tank suit that I thought hid the worst of my bad sides but still looked good on me, and grabbed my sunglasses. The sun was bright and warm, and I felt my tension ease away as I walked down towards the sand. "Towel?"
I looked and saw it was one of the resort's staff. "Sorry?"
"Would you like a towel for the sand, Miss?" the girl repeated. I nodded and she handed over a striped white and blue towel, which I'm sure the resort went through on a regular basis. It was a good towel, the sort that I was sure people nabbed for a souvenir on a regular basis. Taking the cloth, I found one of the lounge chairs spread out on the sand and stretched out, adjusting the nearby umbrella to keep the sun out of my eyes.
The waves were hypnotic and I was just starting to relax when I heard the sniggers from off to my left. I turned my head and saw the same girl who I'd shared a plane with talking with another girl, this one with black hair. "See, I told you."
They were talking loudly enough that I knew they wanted me to overhear. I turned my head away and tried to ignore them. I mean, I knew I wasn’t in luxury swimwear like them, but I didn’t think I looked that bad. Still, it kind of hurt.
The two girls tittered a bit more to themselves and headed out onto the beach, each of them rocking bikinis that showed more skin than most of my lingerie. I laid my head back and tried to get them out of my head, but it was difficult. I was just about to give up and see if I could find another place to go and clear my mind when I saw a shadow fall over my legs. "Hey, you okay? I couldn’t help but overhear. It seemed like those two have a stick up their asses.”
I turned my head and saw a guy standing there. Handsome wouldn’t even begin to describe him, he was seriously like a walking, breathing cover model. He fit in well with the crowd here. Maybe a shade over six feet, tall with blonde hair and bright blue eyes on a face that looked like it was crafted by a Renaissance artist, he had a body that was breathtaking. I swear I could count the muscles in his stomach and I’d be happy to count them over and over.
"Um, yeah," I replied, feeling like a total idiot. "Thanks."
He nodded and gave me a smile that looked like he was trying to get me to ask him to sit down. I thought I was being delusional, guys like this showing interest in me only happened in my dreams. After a few seconds, his smile kind of faltered and he shifted from side to side. “All right, well, if you're sure, I'll see you around."
He turned to walk away, when for some reason I sat up, my mouth opening. "Wait! What's your name?"
He turned and gave me another heart-stopping smile. “Cameron Swagger. I didn’t get your name either.”
"Melina Browder," I replied. "It was nice to meet you, Cam."
He turned back looked around. "Thanks. Hey, I know this is strange, but I'm kind of alone here, and was wondering . . . would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
I blinked in surprise, then nodded. "I'd like that."
“How’s six sound?” Cam replied. “Give my room a call and we’ll set it up. I'm in room 275."
"Two seven five. Got it."
Chapter 2
Cameron
I felt uncharacteristically nervous after leaving Melina on the beach. I mean, it wasn’t like me at all. It was like she cast a spell over me. Her hair was kind of short, and she had just enough meat on her bones. She looked like a real woman, something I could appreciate.
Leaving Melina, I walked further down the beach, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my shoulders. I'd spent too many years in cold, dreary places that didn't get enough sunshine. But this was perfect. I'd been at the resort for a few days and had enjoyed myself completely.
I headed down to the water, which lapped at the beach gently. The Caribbean doesn't create waves like the big oceans, so I was able to wade through knee deep water with little to disturb me.
As I walked, I felt someone following me, and I turned, hoping it was Melina. Unfortunately, it was the blonde girl from the pair who'd been heckling her. She was wearing a tiny bikini that left little to the imagination. "Hey."
"Hey," I said, turning away. I'm not a rude person by nature, but I didn't want her to have any impression that I was interested. Apparently my action was misunderstood. That or the girl didn't have any familiarity with being rejected. I’d bet on the latter.