Free Sinful Secrets:Take Me by Natasha Wade Page B

“You ready?”
    “I was born ready!  Are you?”
    “Actually,” we started toward the curbside check-in, “I think I am.”
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    I dug my bare, pale toes into the warm sand as small waves broke on the beach right in front of the two of us.  We were both kicked back in the sun with a drink in hand.  The trip had been quick.  I had been lost in my own thoughts for almost the entire plane ride.  It wasn’t until I stepped out of the tiny plane and got a good lung-full of the lush, tropical air that my head finally cleared.
    The tall palms lining the resort’s private beach rustled gently as they swayed in the breeze.  Everything was so peaceful; so calm.
    “Look at you,” Ari exclaimed after a swig of her fruity drink, “you look good for a girl that never gets out.”
    “Shut up,” I laughed.
    She was close to being right.  I had never been thin but I thought that I was pretty good looking for a curvy girl.  I had big, round hips to match my full breasts.  Both were barely concealed under my too-small one-piece.  I had put on a little weight from being stuck home with Chris all of the time but it didn’t really bother me much.  I didn’t have to impress anyone anyway.
    “ No really,” she reached over and gripped my shoulder, “I mean it.”
    As her hand fell away, the cadence of waves and wind took over.  I tossed my head back and let the rays of the sun hit my face.  It was warm and inviting.  I could almost feel the tension in my mind start to melt.
    Whether a few moments or a few hours passed, I wasn’t totally certain.  All I know is that I was snapped back to reality by Ari’s screechy, sometimes grating voice.
    “Check it out.”
    I slowly opened my eyes.  The bright, cl ear sunlight stung my pale green irises and I had to hold up a hand to shield them from it.
    Just to our right was a bronzed, exotic looking man.  He was the type that could actually pull off the tiny Speedo -style bottoms and get away with it.  There was a s mall bar set up on the beach and t he man was leaned up against it with one arm.  The other was hanging to his side.  Even then it ripp led with muscles.  Above his brown eyes was a loose, short shag of curly, black hair .  His angled jaw line was sprinkled with the slightest hint of stubble.
    Other than his black, tight swimsuit, he wore a solitary, thin gold chain around his neck.  At the end of it was an equally small charm that I couldn’t really make out.  The necklace wasn’t what I was paying attention to anyway.  The man, with his lean body and almost amber skin, was a sight to behold.
    Our eyes met.  He smiled.  The gesture made me want to giggle like a school girl with a crush .  Sure, he was probably just being nice but it didn’t stop me from reveling in the moment.  After that he turned to the bartender.  The two talked to each other like old friends.
    I tried not to watch him like a stalker, I really did.
    Once the two were done talking, the man placed something on the counter, took one more glance my way and started toward the resort’s main building.  No more than two minutes later, an attendant came over to where Ari and I were seated, a tray in hand.
    “Excuse me, ma’am.”
    I looked up to him, “Yeah?”
    “Well,” he tossed his tray under his arm and took a small pad of paper and a pen out of his apron, “the rest of your drinks for the day are taken care of.  Would you like to order something?”
    I looked over at Ari and raised an eyebrow.  She just laughed and patt ed me on the shoulder.  I glanced down at our nearly empty drinks and then turned back to the young attendant, “You know, that would be nice.  Two margaritas on the rocks, one with no salt please.”
    “Sure thing,” he shoved the pad back into his pocket, “I’ll be right back with that for you.”
    Just as he turned away I called after him, “Excuse me!”
    “Yes,” he turned with a smile.
    “ To whom d o we owe a thank you?”
    “Oh,