"I guess." He sighed again. "I need to just go for it. I'm going to work on it tomorrow night."
"On your confidence or getting laid?” I sat up and rolled my shoulders before glancing behind me to see if there was a bathroom close.
"Both?" He covered the top of his eyes as he looked over at me. "What's up?"
"Looking for a restroom."
The girl beside me turned over and smiled. "It's at the back of the island. Just walk toward the palm trees.
"Thanks, pretty girl." I winked at her and got up. "Be right back."
"I'll be here. Contemplating the purpose of all of this shit." Daniel's voice was filled with concern. I felt for the guy, but I wasn't sure what to say to him. I was simple and straightforward, and he was an intellectual, a brilliant guy who overthought everything. My advice? Find a girl and fuck her until you both have trouble walking. To say that I wouldn't be a big help to him was the understatement of the century.
I found the restroom a few minutes later and jogged toward it. The line of girls standing outside of the women's half was astounding, and I felt bad for the ones bouncing on their feet. It had to suck to high heaven to be a woman.
After washing my hands and checking myself in the mirror, I walked back out and caught the eye of a dark-haired beauty standing beside the line, but not in it.
"Hi," she spoke softly, lifting her hand and rolling each finger down in a sensual greeting.
"Hi." I walked toward her and stopped in front of her. "Brody."
"Dina." She extended her hand.
"A pretty girl like you got a boyfriend around here?" I took her hand and glanced around before pulling it to my lips and kissing her fingers softly. She was breathtaking, the kind of woman you'd wish would let you take pictures for the lonely nights to come once she was done with you.
"Nope. Men are too needy to keep one for more than a night." She smiled and pulled her hand from me.
"I agree. I try hard to be gentle when letting them down, though." I shrugged. "Such sensitive creatures."
She laughed, and I enjoyed the sound of it. "Are you going to the party tomorrow that Clint's throwing?"
"I am." I let my eyes run across her, enjoying how very tiny her bathing suit was. "How about you come home with me? I make a mean margarita. You look like you could use a drink or two."
She glanced around as if thinking things through.
I jumped back in, hoping to seal the deal. "No pressure for anything more than a walk through town and a drink."
"Yeah. Okay." She nodded toward the other side of the beach. "Let me grab my shorts and tell my friends where I'm going."
"I'm over there near the red boat." I pointed before reaching out and touching her hand. "Hurry. I don't like to be kept waiting."
She bit her lip and turned, surprising me a little as she jogged across the beach. I returned to Daniel and offered him a hand. "Let's go, buddy. I have a date for the afternoon."
"What?" He glanced around. "Where?"
"She's coming from the other side of the beach." I walked out toward the water, waiting as she jogged up with a smile on her pretty mouth. "This is Dina. Daniel."
I introduced them and forced myself to keep the laugh trapped behind my teeth that wanted to leak out. The look on Daniel's face as he looked at the beautiful vixen was hilarious.
We got on the boat, and I settled down beside her, putting my arm over her shoulders as she and Daniel conversed the whole way back to the dock.
I got out of the boat and offered her my hand, pulling her up and looking over my shoulder at my friend.
"I'll be back in a bit. Thanks for driving." I winked at him as he scoffed at me and mumbled something under his breath.
"So, where are you from?" She walked close to me as I tugged on my t-shirt. For a woman who knew she was headed to a one-night stand, she was starting with a question that most experienced people wouldn't ask.
Keep it shallow. That was the rule.