Free Getting Lei'd by Ann Omasta Page B

of my room.
    He gives me a quick peck on the cheek, says he’ll see me later, and leaves. Sigh.

Chapter 17
    If I had known what I would find on the other side of the door, I would have never opened it. I did open it though, and what I saw can’t be unseen.
    I didn’t see them at first, which is why I walked all the way in, leaving me no way to gracefully retreat. “Hi!” The word startles me, but nearly not as much as the sight of the man uttering it.
    My eyes quickly assess the situation I’ve walked in on. The only good thing about the entire scene is that I wasn’t five minutes later. The scenario I probably would have encountered then would have definitely scarred me for life.
    For some reason, I seem to be the only one embarrassed by my walking in to find Baggy and Jim, or Howie, or whatever his name is, in their bikinis and lubed up from head to toe in magic jelly. The air in the room is filled with an odor similar to what I would imagine a coconut processing factory smells like, so that probably should have been my first clue to enter with caution—or better yet, not at all.
    Baggy’s boyfriend is sporting a bright yellow banana hammock, and his skin is as shiny as an oiled pig. He has both hands raised and is waving in welcome at me as if I should come in and sit down. The full-frontal view of his barely covered junk is almost too much to take in.
    Baggy is wearing a red bikini and her skin is glistening as well. “This stuff is magnificent!” she raves, holding up her almost empty jar of magic jelly.
    “Yeah, it’s good stuff,” I respond. I try to avert my eyes but the sight of the two of them is almost like a train wreck—you don’t want to look, but for some reason, can’t quite tear your eyes away. Finally, I come to my senses enough to start backing out of the room.
    “I’m going down to the pool,” I inform them.
    “Don’t leave on our account,” Jim/Howard says.
    “Nope, that was my plan all along. I just came to the room to grab a towel,” I add quickly, snatching one from the bathroom. They are polite enough not to point out there are plenty of towels for guests at the pool. “Enjoy the rest of your day,” I yell on my way out.
    Once it closes, I lean back on the door. “Wow.” It’s really the only word that fits the situation. Then a snort of laughter erupts out of me and I giggle all the way to the pool.
    As I lay back on a lounge chair to absorb a few minutes of sunshine, I try to decide if I should warn Ruthie or let her discover Baggy and Jim/Howie on her own. I finally decide that if I happen to see her, I’ll tell her. Otherwise, she’s on her own. I’m not going to seek her out. Besides, I had to see it. I snicker to myself, imagining how Ruthie’s eyes would nearly pop out of her head as she described the scene. Once she gets over the anger of me not warning her, this will likely strengthen our sisterly bond. No one else could possibly understand.
    “You look like you’re up to something.” Kai smiles down at me as he walks past.
    “You have no idea,” I tell him mysteriously.
    He winks at me but keeps walking, so I enjoy a long, luxurious look at his fabulous backside.

Chapter 18
    I move to a lounge chair in the shade in order to avoid getting sunburned. I didn’t have time to grab a book from the room, so I spend a few minutes looking at my cell phone. I have now been e-mail- and social media–free for a few days, and I quickly find that I haven’t missed it. The volume of notifications that ding when I sign on to the resort’s Wi-Fi feels overwhelming, so I put the phone back to sleep and stow it in my purse.
    There is no way I am going back to the room and risking seeing whatever wild activities Baggy and her man are up to in there, so I slide on my blingy sunglasses and tip my chair back to a more relaxing angle. I decide the best use of my time is to daydream about Kai—this pastime has become one of my new favorite activities.
    I let steamy Kai