Chapter 2 Zaxon
You were her knight in granite armor?
This week is going to be so much fun. The scowling little human woman in front of me doesn’t seem to think the same as I do, however.
She’s attempting to ignore me as I walk her back to her room.
That’s fine, she doesn’t have to talk to me, just as long as she walks in front of me, and I get a perfect view of her backside.
When I saw it sticking out of the bushes, I was tempted to stand there and watch and see what happened, but when she started to fall, I had to help.
Wrapping my hands around her made parts of me go rock hard without consent.
Her feisty smart mouth and pouty frown only added to the solidification of my stones.
And don’t get me started on those glasses.
Fuck. I never knew glasses were one of my kinks.
But the way those thin gold frames enlarge those enchanting brown sugar-colored eyes, has me thinking of unprofessional and inappropriate things.
Bea stops in front of her room and holds her wristband over the reader, the digital lock senses the RFID chip installed in the silicone band and clicks open. I remain in the hall watching her enter.
“I hope you have a good evening, Mister Zaxon—”
“Just Zaxon is fine, or Zax.”
“Fine, Zaxon, I appreciate you saving me from eating sand, but your services will not be required. I prefer to work alone, and you’ll only get in my way,” she says with one hand on the door and the other on her hip.
The pose intended to be stern and intimidating but only making her look more alluring, accentuating her lovely curves I had my hands on not twenty minutes ago.
Her stunning golden hazel eyes are magnified through her glasses as she glares at me, and I catch myself staring at them.
“I think the fact that I had to save you from eating sand, proves you need assistance. And whatever the boss says goes. So, whether you want me or not, I’ll be escorting you around the resort. Will you be doing anymore inspecting today?”
Bea grumbles in protest, her brows pinched between her eyes and her nose does this cute wrinkle.
“No.”
Before she can argue anymore, I give her a wide smile and slight bow of my head. “Then I shall leave you to enjoy your night and return in the morning. What time should I be here?”
“Not necessary. Just go about your business as usual.”
“Ten? Nine?”
She gives me an exacerbated sigh and flat expression.
“Morning person, eh? Okay, eight then. I’ll be here and ready to work.”
“Fantastic. Do whatever you want.”
Oh yeah, this is gonna be so much fun following her around all week. If I’m not going to be working my usual schedule, I’ll have to inform Torgan so he can cover and shift guys around.
Coconut Cove is a pretty laid-back resort where not much happens beyond a handsy drunk or two, maybe a lost kid or the occasional missing luggage.
Security’s presence is more of a precaution than a necessity.
Being head of security here is a dream job.
Hang out all day in the warm sun, never have to wear a shirt, and have an unobstructed view of the night sky, ideal for star charting every night? Perfect.
Leaving the main building where Bea’s room is located, I head towards the Beach Bar where I know Torgan will be watching the evening crowd for those handsy drunks, especially the succubi and goblins.
We wear our I.D. badges at all times, but try to remain inconspicuous, so we can move through the guests with little notice.
Torgan, like myself, likes to walk around the property shirtless.
Part of that has to do with our larger size and the constricting fit of clothing, the other part being most of the male guests are shirtless as well and it helps us blend in.
This is a beach resort after all. Guests come to enjoy the calm waters of our lagoon and powder fine sand beaches.
The sun is setting across the edge of the ocean beyond the boundary of our lagoon, washing the resort in pinks, blues, purple and oranges. A nightly sight that never gets old.
The Beach Bar is an outdoor bar with tables spread out over a wooden porch leading out to the sandy beach.
The seating is first come, first serve and a handful of servers work the tables while three bartenders work behind the tiki style bar.
The entire space is decorated with colorful string lights, bamboo, palm leaves and tropical flowers.
A DJ is set up in a corner under the colorfully painted awning, that during the day offers a large, shaded area over and around the immediate bar area.
The entire space is outdoors and a favorite among the guests.
I find Torgan standing near the end of the bar and weave my way through the growing crowd, tucking my wings in tight to avoid knocking into anyone.
He waves me over and I perch on the available stool next to him, it groans slightly under my weight, but I know it’ll hold.
Many of our chairs and seats are reinforced to accommodate larger species guests like myself and Torgan.
“Hey. What are you doing here? Thought you were scheduled for the carnival tonight?” Torgan says in greeting, sipping from his glass of lemonade. No drinking on the job, and we’re on the clock.
“I was on my way but got distracted by a rather…captivating guest.” Captivating is the least I can say about Bea.
“Really?” Torgan grins and leans against the bar with his massive green arm. “Do elaborate.”
Torgan is an orc and we’ve been friends since I hired him to work here five years ago. He loves any and all gossip. He doesn’t participate or add to it thankfully, just likes to know what others are saying. Sometimes it’s the most entertaining part of this job.
Once there was this minotaur couple, after spending a few days at the resort, the wife realized the husband had secretly brought along his elf mistress and had her in another suite.
He told his wife he was going to the gym or the casino, while she went to the beach and shopping, but in reality, he was going to see his mistress.
It was the talk of the resort when the wife caught them and chased them across the beach wielding a flaming hula-hoop—stolen from a fire dancing demon who works for the resort—as a weapon.
Thankfully none were injured or burned, and the threesome were asked to leave the resort. They’re all welcome to come back, just not with each other.
“She’s a code enforcement agent here for the week. Antoinette assigned me to shadow her while she inspects all the public areas accessible to guests for safety code violations.”
“Oh? Is she a grouchy old lady or something?”
I laugh. That’s one way to describe her, others would be adorably sexy, mouthy, stubborn, and surprisingly appealing.
“She’s grouchy but definitely not old. She’s actually very pretty.”
Torgan raises and forest green eyebrow at me, his nearly black eyes glimmering with interest.
“She a fairy? Elf? Mermaid?”
Him and his obsession with mermaids. I shake my head good naturedly but also in answer to his question.
“No. Human. Wears these big round glasses that make her look like a pixie youngling, and her face gets all red when agitated.”
“You’ve already agitated her?”
“She agitated herself. I wasn’t the one who made her crawl into a bush and stick her pert little ass in the air while I just so happened to be walking by to see it. That was all her. I just stepped in when she was about to face plant in the sand.”
“So, you were her knight in granite armor?” he teases.
“You could say that.”
Serena finally makes her way to us through the busy crowd and greets us with a familiar smile.
Torgan beams a tusk filled smile and sits straighter.
He has a thing for the mermaid bartender.
If the way she eyes him with interest is any indication she might have a thing for him as well.
Now to just get him to ask her out. He has no problem flirting but seems to be unable to seal the deal.
“Hey boys. You eatin’ tonight?” she asks in a soft southern accent, resting one opalescent scaled hand on her hip.
“Oh, I would eat anything you offered Serena.”
I elbow my horny friend, but he ignores me, as usual.
“I would love to order some dinner.” I place my usual order and Serena puts it into the system all while Torgan stares.
Food is served at the bar until ten, which is made in the kitchen of the restaurant that is on the first floor of the Sea Turtle Tower.
It’s smaller than the main building, or Coconut Tower, but with more suites than single rooms. The next building over is where long term guests stay in the Sand Dollar Tower.
Those who like to come and stay for multiple weeks or even months.
We have a few regulars who book units for entire seasons.
Some for the summer, some for the winter to escape their colder climates.
Southern Florida is a place known for its snowbird visitors.
Lots of locals find them annoying. I find them vastly entertaining and endlessly amusing.
They’re some of the nicest guests we have.
Sand Dollar Tower is also where my place is.
Being a gargoyle, I have the ability to stone sleep.
Which means I can turn to stone and my body gets the rest it requires but I’m still alert if desired.
It makes for a great night watch guard. I’m a bit dedicated to my work as it is so it just made sense.
Once Torgan is done flirting with Serena and allows her to get back to work, she pours me an iced tea and moves on to the animated guests.
“So, what’s the deal with this agent? You have to follow her around and babysit her or something?”
“Sort of, yeah. So, I’m gonna need you to make sure my areas are covered for the week.”
“Not a problem. We just hired that new guy, so I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to pick up some extra shifts.”
“If you need me for any night shifts, let me know. I can manage a few if needed.”
Perching on my roof and using my stone sleep to look over the property, at least on my end of the cove, is easy enough.
My place is located in the last building with rooms before the spa and then the ocean.
I can see across to the carnival on the opposite side of the cove but not very well.
They’d still need the regular guys on rotation on that side.
“Doubt it’ll be necessary, but I’ll let you know.”
Serena arrives a short time later with my food, a plate piled high with jambalaya over rice, and I spend the rest of my evening eating and talking with Torgan until he has to rotate locations with the next guard.
One guy lingering for hours on end alone in one location isn’t inconspicuous, it’s best to keep guards on shift in a constant rotation moving around the property.
I pay my tab, Torgan flirts with Serena one last time and we part ways for the night. I think about what tomorrow will bring with Bea all the way back to my apartment.