Chapter 61 Chevy
Chevy
Attached to the bottle of rum and basket of fruit that had been delivered to my room that afternoon was a note from Anja, instructing me to meet her in the main dining hall for dinner at six p.m.
It was just about four, and I’d been able to take a quick dip in the crystal blue ocean, which was so calm, it felt more like an enormous pool.
I was starving and devoured the mango, banana, and a large portion of the pineapple before I felt anywhere near full.
After a shot of rum and a glass of sparkling water, all I wanted to do was sleep.
But I knew if I closed my eyes now, I would sleep way past six, so I put myself in an ice-cold shower. That woke me right up.
I was dressed by five, choosing to wear an orange tube dress that sat right above my knee and fit my figure like a silk stocking. I let my weave cascade down over my shoulders and popped my green-tinted contacts in my eyes.
On my feet I wore a pair of Stuart Weitzman six-inch-heeled, open-toed mules that were practically the same color as the dress. A pair of gold bangles and hoop earrings, and I was ready to go. I still had a half hour before dinner, so I took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of champagne.
The bar area, like the resort itself, was small and very intimate. There were couples all around me, so I focused my attention on the bartender. “Are you enjoying your stay?” he asked, flashing me a row of beautiful white teeth.
“So far, so good,” I said as I saluted him with the champagne flute. “So what’s there to do here on the island after dinner?”
“Well, not much, you know. There is a bar on the waterfront that closes at about midnight.”
“Ugh, midnight!” I screeched with disgust. “No place to shake my booty? No nightclubs?”
“Well,” the caramel-colored bartender said, leaning in, “we have very few, but you can still shake your booty, as you say, in other places.” He grinned wickedly at me.
I returned the grin and took a moment to really take him in.
He wasn’t fine, but he had a pleasant look, and from what I could see, his body was tight.
I hadn’t had sex in ages and the little tingle happening down between my legs that was quickly becoming a very loud TWANG told me that it had been too long.
“And where might someone like me shake her booty after dinner tonight?”
“Hmm, maybe on a private beach, under a moonlit sky.”
“Oh, really?” I purred seductively, and rested my elbows on the bar and folded my hands beneath my chin. “And what might one do for music?”
“Ahhh, yes, music. Well the lapping of the ocean against the shoreline is all the music you’ll need,” he said, and eyed me evenly as he licked his lips.
“You don’t say.”
“Yes, I do.”
“And would I have to find this beach on my own?” I asked as I batted my eyelashes.
“Oh, of course not. I would be more than willing to take you there.”
“I’m sure you would.” Anja’s voice sailed from behind me. My face froze and the bartender blinked, removing my empty glass and slowly making his way down to the other end of the bar.
I turned around on my stool. “Anja!” I said as cheerfully as I could.
“Come, Chevy, Anja does not like to be kept waiting,” Anja said, and turned on her heel and strolled away. She was dressed in a sweeping white tunic dress. Her hair was tied up in a matching turban, and she wore large wooden earrings in her ears.
I followed her obediently to the dining area, where a stocky ma?tre d’ seated us.
I looked around for some of the other staff I knew would be traveling with Anja, but saw no familiar faces.
I felt like I should say something about the Friday night brawl with Dante but thought maybe she hadn’t heard about it, since she didn’t mention it.
But then again, Anja knew about everything.
She sat across from me with the menu open, blocking her face. When she did finally decide on what she wanted, she closed the menu and laid it across her dinner plate. I dropped my eyes, but I could feel hers boring into my forehead.
“Look at Anja, Chevy.”
And I did.
“Anja does not like scandal,” she began as she rolled the tip of her index finger along the rim of her water glass. “Anja only likes scandal when Anja is reporting it. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head.
“Dante has been punished. Which means you must be punished as well,” she said in a goddesslike tone. “How do you think Anja should punish you, Chevy?”
Who was I? I couldn’t believe I was sitting across from her like some cowardly little girl. The Chevy I knew and loved would never have put up with this bullshit!
Anja smiled, and I realized that this was the first time I’d been less than twenty feet from her since she’d hired me. At this close range, I could see that Anja had a serious stubble problem.
“Chevy?”
“Yes?” I said, dragging my eyes from her chin.
“How do you think Anja should punish you?”
And up close, even in candlelight, she really wasn’t that pretty. I mean she was attractive, but something…
“Anja will not repeat herself!” Anja hissed.
“I don’t know, Anja. Really, I don’t,” I said, reaching for my napkin and placing it on my lap.
Anja eyed me for a moment before doing the same.
“You admire Anja, don’t you?” she said.
I nodded my head.
“Would love to be in Anja’s shoes, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded my head again.
Anja laughed. “What would you do to be in Anja’s shoes?” she asked as she leaned in. I looked up and could have sworn she was leering.