Biker's Virgin

He snorted at the backhanded compliment as we walked down the large pillared corridors towards the construction site. It was late evening, and Larry’s construction crew had already cleared out, but I still wanted to see how much more work needed to be done.

As I looked out over the scenic view of the gardens and the large pool that lay in the center of it all, I noticed a woman getting out of the water. She was small made, but she had the appearance of height. She had a stunning body that I couldn’t help taking a second glance towards. With a little shock, I realized a second lat

er that the woman I was admiring was Molly.

She was wearing a tiny, color-blocked bikini in crimson red and a flashy green. Her hair was pasted against her face, and water drops glistened off her milky skin. She walked over to a lounge chair, took a sip of her drink, and then headed back to one corner of the pool. Then she dove in, displaying fantastic form.

“Tristan!” Gregory’s voice reached me from the opposite end of the corridor.

I turned away, realizing Ben had probably seen me ogle at Molly. Grateful for the distraction, I greeted Gregory warmly.

“Dinner was fantastic last night,” he said. “We must do it again soon.”

“Definitely,” I nodded.

“Ben,” Gregory nodded at Ben.

“Mr. Winchester,” he replied, without enthusiasm.

“Where are you two headed?”

“Just looking through the construction site,” I said.

“Shouldn’t that be finished by now?”

I shot Ben a glare, despite the fact that he had nothing to do with the delay. “It should, but as usual, all I’m getting are excuses.”

“Minor concern,” Gregory said, waving away my worry. “You’ll have this resort in ship shape by Christmas. How has the feedback been so far, Ben?”

“We have zero guest complaints so far,” he said, referencing his magic clipboard.

“And rightly so,” Gregory nodded. “As a guest here myself, I can attest to the quality of the service here. The staff is helpful, the food is amazing, and the resort itself is perfect.”

“Almost perfect,” I said darkly.

Gregory laughed and clapped me on the back. “Chasing perfection is going to leave you seriously dissatisfied,” he told me.

“I’ve been trying to tell him the same thing,” Ben said, just as a beep came in on his phone. I saw his expression turn sour as he checked the message.

“What’s wrong?”

“Apparently, a warning has been issued in the area,” Ben said. “They’re expecting a major thunderstorm in the next couple of days.”

“What?” I said, unable to keep the annoyance from my tone. “Thunderstorms rarely hit this side of the island.”

“Apparently, this is unusual,” Ben said. “Thank you, global warming.”

“Fuck,” I cursed. “Just my luck. We have to make sure the construction is completed by that time. I don’t want ongoing work while we’re trapped inside all day.”

“Don’t worry,” Ben assured me. “I’ll handle it.”

“Come on, how badly can a little thunderstorm affect you?” Gregory asked. “And, I’m not just asking for selfish reasons.”

“It shouldn’t be that bad,” I said. “As long as it passes quickly. But guests will be confined to the resort, and all their expeditions will have to be canceled. I know a few people who aren’t going to be happy about that.”

“That’s not the resort’s fault,” Gregory pointed out. “They’ll have to blame Mother Nature.”

“They’ll blame whoever they please.”