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And even worse, a man head over heels in love.
Should I ask if he has any brothers…cousins…friends?
Possibly with the same sort of tattoos?
“My name is Makani and I’ll be serving you today, so please, Miss Mitchell, do not hesitate to ask me for anything you might need.”
An orgasm, are you selling those somewhere?
I widen my smile. “Thank you, Makani. I appreciate it.”
“Would you like anything right now?”
“Some of that cucumber water would be amazing.”
“Right away,” he says before taking off.
I lay out the towel on the cushioned lounge chair and hang my bag over the back after taking out my phone. Then, I undo my sarong and I fan it over the back of the chair as well and adjust the straps of my bottoms on my hips while I look around the pool.
Breeze across my tush.
Breeze across my nips.
Breeze through my hair.
Yes, this is going to be a great day. I can feel it.
Orgasm alley, here I come.
There’s a couple off to the side of me, sharing a cabana and looking like they might be on their honeymoon. Great choice of location for privacy.
There’s another couple in the pool near the side, drinks perched on the edge as well as a plate of fruit. Ooh, that looks yummy.
Another couple is stretched out on the lounge chairs across from me, holding hands as they face each other.
An older couple is sitting on the stairs together. One of the men has his arm draped over the other, both with burly, hairy chests, both not remotely interested in my protruding bosom.
I sit on the lounger and take another glance around the pool.
Couple.
Couple.
Couple.
Couple.
What the actual hell?
I pull up my text thread with my best friend, Hattie, and I shoot her a message.
Maggie:First day here and I think I might have made a huge mistake. This hotel is full of people in love.
Hattie and I met in college. She was everything I ever wanted and needed in a sister and without her even approving it, I attached myself to her immediately. She wasn’t going anywhere. I claimed her as my person and that was it.
While she went off to earn her master’s degree, I started my business. She’d spend some nights in our apartment in San Francisco helping me stuff envelopes or assisting me as I put together a slideshow of picturesfor a rehearsal dinner, but we always kept my business and our friendship separate. Because if there’s one thing that could ruin a friendship, it’s going into business together.
And when her sister passed away from breast cancer, I put everything on hold to be there for her. She’s a person I will move mountains to make time for, even if it means hiring an outside wedding planner, who is my competition, to coordinate a wedding weekend for me while I help my best friend.
