Take Me To Paradise

CHAPTERTWO

I’d visit the bar,grotto, beaches, and clubs in due time. I never traveled the same week every year. The last thing I wanted was to run into people I’d hooked up on previous trips. I’d made that mistake once and the level of awkwardness the next time we met was enough to put me off “come agains” entirely. The thing about Temptations that appealed to me was getting drunk on the magic while there, and the being able to wash it away and head back to my normal life once again.

There was one person holding my sole focus. Ever since her pornographic display on the plane ride in, I needed to know who she was. Why she was here? What her fantasies were. Her erotic exchange with Destiny and the new guy had been enough to set my balls on fire for the rest of the flight. Destiny and I had history, so I hoped if Rae was into girls, we could explore with someone other than her.

Being a bi-annual patron of Temptations, the front desk attendant had no issues picking up on my more than obvious cues to place Rae near my cabin. Rae’s cabin sat kitty corner to mine. Unit six for me and nine for her. Perfection.

Despite us getting our keys together and chatting amicably on the ride to the back end of the resort and cabanas, I let her get off on her own. As a first timer to the resort, more than likely, she’d need a minute to herself. On the second loop around the resort, I collected my bags and headed to my room. While unlocking my door, the guy Rae’d been kissing on the plane exited his room one over from me in five.

“I’m going to have a little party tonight.” I told him, pushing my door open and tossing my carry on just inside, “probably around eight. If you see Rae”—I tilted my head toward her cabana. I’m sure the guy had no clue his little lip lock friend was staying in our vicinity. “Tell her to come and join as well.”

I saw the glint and subtle smile when I mentioned Rae’s name. Their chemistry had been palpable on that flight, so it came as no surprise. I wanted to witness it again. The two of them together. Except I wanted to be the only one in the audience when they were.

I don’t particularly like labels. My sexuality is fluid. Especially when I’m on vacation. It wasn’t my usual M.O. to home in on someone so soon into a vacation. I was more of a “let’s see where this goes” kind of person. I liked to sit in the periphery and witness the hedonism that surrounded me and decide when to enter and when to call it quits.

Rae had a magnetism I had a hard time denying. Even as I paced my hotel room, unpacking my suitcase, arranging my toiletries in the shower, and otherwise getting settled into my home away from home for the week, every cell in my body vibrated with a desperate need to fuck.