2. Griffin
TWO
Griffin
I could get used to this; I think to myself as I stand beneath the rainfall showerhead. The scalding water rinses away the grimy film of travel. The flight here was crowded as fuck, but the second my cab pulled up to the resort, I knew being squished into a tin can was well worth it.
From the white sand and clear, blue water to the multiple bars and activities offered, you better believe I plan on taking advantage of every single amenity offered. And if I happen to find a companion of the smoking-hot female variety, I'll gladly bring her along for the ride as well.
After all, what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico, right? Or is that Vegas? Either way, I'm here and I'm ready to fucking relax and unwind before immersing myself fully into opening my new gym.
A high-pitched squeal greets me as I step out of the shower, water sluicing down my naked body.
" Holy-big-dick-Batman! What the hell are you doing in my room?" A blue haired woman with the best tits I've ever seen screeches, her cheeks turning the most delicious shade of candy-apple red.
"Showering; and I think you mean my room." I don't bother trying to cover myself, or my reaction to her. Judging from the way her gaze keeps dipping down, she definitely doesn't mind the view.
"No, I definitely mean mine. I booked it months ago!"
"Interesting, very interesting..." I rub my thumb and index finger over my jaw.
"Interesting is not the word I would use. This…this is unacceptable!"
"I can think of a lot worse things than two attractive singles bunking together." I drag my eyes over her small but curvy body, loving every bit of what I see. "You are single, right?"
Her angry eyes turn sad as she heaves out a sigh. "Can you get dressed?"
I glance down to my semi-erect cock and smirk. "Why? Do you have an issue with the male form?" Honestly, I don't even know why I'm baiting her, but I can't seem to stop myself.
"What I have an issue with is a strange and very naked man in the middle of my room."
I step past her not bothering with a towel and move further into the room toward my suitcase.
While I'll never admit it out loud, her surprised gasp as I pass her turns my semi into the real deal, and even though I'd love to turn and give her the full show, I toss on a pair of board shorts before asking, "Better? "
"Hardly!"
I smirk. "Something tells me you'll make it."
"We need to sort this out. Immediately." She turns and stomps toward the door, stopping with her hand on the knob. My eyes dart down to her tight ass, which is why I miss the glacial glare she's tossing my way over her shoulder. "Are you coming?"
"I fucking wish," I mutter to myself before giving a mock salute and following dutifully behind her. "Lead the way captain."
I can tell she wants to say something back, but she doesn't. The blue-haired hottie's lack of reply only makes me want to push her more. "Tell me, are you always this uptight?"
"I would hardly call being upset that your vacation has been waylaid by a stranger uptight." She jabs at the elevator call button as though it's personally offended her. Most likely, she's imagining it's my face.
"Well, I’d love to say we could agree to disagree, but I can practically see the stick up your ass.”
"Thank you so much for that charming observation," she hisses as we step off the elevator. I trail behind her, content to take in the view as she marches toward the front desk. Bitchy or not she’s got a killer backside.
"How can I help you?" the woman working the desk asks, her eyes still on her computer screen.
"We need another room. Somehow, you've double booked us into the same suite."
The clerk jerks her gaze to us, wide-eyed. "Let me see." She tap-tap-taps on her keyboard, humming under her breath. "Your room number?"
My angry blue-haired companion rattles off our number, tapping her foot impatiently while we wait.
"Well, I'm not sure what to say since your names are both listed on the reservation."
"Excuse me, but what did you just say?"
"Well, I guess that's assuming that you're Blue Anderson?"
My companion nods and I snort. "Your name is Blue?"
She glares. "What of it?"
"It's just...fitting?"
"Oh, fuck off."
The desk clerk is trying desperately to hide her grin. "And are you Griffin Murphy?" she asks me.
"In the flesh." I toss a wink Blue's way and I swear to God, actual steam pours from her ears.
"How is this possible?" she shouts, her anger at the situation getting the better of her. "Do you have any other rooms available?"
"I'm so sorry we're full."
Blue is about two seconds away from a full-blown meltdown, and the poor clerk looks ready to call security.
At risk of losing a limb, I wrap an arm around her waist, thank the employee, and guide her back to the elevator. "Just chill. Breathe. We'll make it work, okay?"
"No-kay!" she cries, blending the words together into one.
“Blue, baby doll, calm your tits, yeah? It's a huge suite. There's room for both of us."
She sniffles and steps into the elevator car. "Okay...fine. We need ground rules though.
I follow her in and press the button for our floor, and as the doors close, I whisper, "But rules are meant to be broken."