I didn’t, but I’m thinking her question is rhetorical, so I don’t even bother answering.
“And now he”—she snarls that last word out as she points to poor Steve standing sheepishly over by the door—“is mad because I refuse to go snorkeling with him today.” She looks down at me and smiles her big Bebe smile. “I’m not leaving you again. It’s bullshit. And I’d be so pissed at you if you did this to me, so I don’t blame you one bit if you hate my guts.”
I’m thinking about Vaughn and all that happened yesterday when Bebe pops in with another question. “So who did you see that you wanted me to play the guessing game with you?”
“Um—” And in that moment I know I’m going to lie to her. Vaughn never said I had to keep quiet, but if I’m going to sign a NDA, it would be a huge girlfriend mistake to tell her half the story and not the rest. She’d never forgive me. So I lie. “Oh, I think I saw like, some guy from back home. You know that one ass**le who makes our drinks at the Starbucks in LoDo?”
“Oh, yeah, he’s such a dick. What’d you say to him?”
She’s smiling a bit. Steve is forgotten and she’s all interested in my gossip.
I’m glad I’m lying. That sounds wrong, but I want to keep Vaughn for myself, and sharing any part of him with Bebe just opens him up to being fair game when we gossip.
“It wasn’t him. Luckily I realized that before I said anything.” My phone buzzes under my pillow and I reach for it, absently wondering how it got there when I don’t remember walking home from the beach.
“Who’s that?” Bebe asks, leaning over into my space so she can read the text.
The number comes up with no name, but I don’t need a name to know who it’s from, because it says, Good morning, girl.
“Just a guy I met last night on the beach. He’s a local guy, so I’m not even going to bother with him.”
“Hey, we have one more night!” Bebe says. “Don’t cut yourself off just yet, Grace.”
“Yeah, but you—”
“No! Seriously, if you found a hot man to hook up with today, by all means, go for it.”
“See,” Steve says from his spot by the door. “I told you she’d have something to do. Let’s go snorkel and enjoy this day.”
I sorta hate Steve right now, but I don’t say anything because he’s what Bebe and I call two-hour parking. Get in, get out, move on. “Yeah, if you guys want to go snorkel, that’s fine with me.” I text Vaughn a message that says, Good morning, Master, just to see what kind of response I get back.
My phone vibrates almost immediately, but I stuff it under my pillow until Bebe leaves. It takes me several more minutes of convincing, but she finally changes into a clean bathing suit and leaves with Steve to go snorkel. I run to the bed after I close the door behind them, and reach for my phone.
You have thirty minutes to get ready. To the left of your bungalow is a closed path. Follow that until you get to a bougainvillea-covered wall, then turn left and follow that south until you get to a clearing. Remove your clothes. Kneel down. And wait for me.
I’m already tingling with anticipation. I was too tired last night to think about sex once we decided to be friends on the beach. But now that I’m rested, I’m hornier than ever.
I shower and change into my yellow bikini and white shorts, then pull a white tank top over my head. I dry my hair to make it dead straight as opposed to mostly straight, and then put it up in a ponytail that hangs halfway down my back. I stuff my phone and key card into my beach bag, and rush out the door, eager to see what all this master stuff is about.
It’s weird that I don’t think it’s weird. But I’ve read my share of sexy romance books and you can’t play Dirty Heaven every weekend without at least having some kind of cursory knowledge about this stuff, so maybe I’m just desensitized. At any rate, I’m more curious than alarmed at what I’m doing. Curious as to why I’m doing it? Maybe a little. But much more curious as to what he might ask me to do. How he might treat me. And what might happen after it’s over.
It’s a risk, I realize. A risk that has lots of potential consequences. Because whatever happens today, it will be happening with a famous person. That part is a little surreal for me. He’s so not what I expected. Maybe at first he was. Arrogant and demanding. But last night in the sand he talked for hours. And I did drift in and out of sleep for most of it, I was so tired. But I caught some of it. And nothing he said was extraordinary or special, and yet it was. It was because he was telling me things about himself that not many people would want to know. But the fact that he was talking about them makes me think they were all important moments for him.
Vaughn talked like he had years of things to say. Like he had no best friend to tell these things to, so he saved them all up for last night.
The path to the left of my bungalow is closed, like Vaughn said, but it’s just a low-hanging chain with a sign dangling off it. I step over it and proceed into the thick tropical foliage. The sunlight filters through in random patterns that give the whole place a magical quality. When I get to the flower-covered wall, I turn left. The path back this way has clearly not been used for a while, because it’s mostly covered by a layer of long, thick grasses. When I see the clearing up ahead I find myself holding my breath.
Am I ready for this?
Absolutely.
I step out and look around. It’s not a large clearing, but it’s about the size of the main room of the bungalow. There’s no grass on the ground, there’s too much shade here for it to grow. I like that because it keeps the temperature down.