Chapter 3
Kimber
The nap I took this afternoon was amazing. I feel energized and eager to live life to the fullest. Haven't I been doing that already? Perhaps not. I had no sex life with David and I settled into the idea that we did not have a high sexual drive.
I look at myself in the mirror and see that I have some curves that shape my body and make it look voluptuous and sexy.
I just don't remember a man looking at me with hunger in his eyes.
Maybe it's time to change that. I open my suitcase and start rummaging through the interior, trying to find some of the dresses I had packed for the trip.
The red dress calls to me immediately. I remember showing it to David and him saying I looked too big for it. The truth is, the dress made me feel special and sexy, which is why ultimately I bought it and packed it. I place it gently on the bed and go take a cool shower.
The heat on this island is high, and I'm not used to sweating this much. The night has brought lower temperatures, however. The shower in this suite is huge, and I enjoy the cool water sluicing down my body. Why is life so complicated? Why did this have to happen to me?
I push the negative thoughts away from my brain and finish my shower. I dry my hair with the blow dryer they have in the bathroom and once again review my reflection in the mirror. I know I'm beautiful, and I hate that this thing with David has made me doubt it.
That is the last thing I need. For my mind to collapse on me and to get into a deep depression. Been there, done that, thank you very much. I walk into the bedroom and start to get dressed. The dress fits my curves perfectly, and I feel sexier than I have in a long time.
Now comes the hard part. I need to get myself to the bar downstairs. No one will see the dress if I'm hiding up here in my suite. I want people's attention to be on me tonight as I show all of us that I matter. Being left at the altar is something that happened to me, not who I am.
I move my hand through the soft fabric of the dress, thinking of men's eyes on me. I've avoided sexy dresses like this one for a reason. That reason no longer exists. I take the clutch purse I brought with me and put in my lipstick and my room key.
The heels I'm wearing are the highest I have and make my legs look fantastic. I check myself once more in the mirror and decide I'm ready for tonight. Leaving my room is not as easy as I thought it would be, but my confidence grows with every step I take towards the hotel bar.
I didn't check the bar when I arrived, so it's a surprise that it looks so modern and city like, even though it's a resort bar. I walk in and choose a table where I can see and be seen by others. The place is half full, but it's only eight o'clock in the evening.
I'm approached by a male server that gives me the drink menu with a smile. I smile back as practice. It's been so long since I flirted with a man that my game might be rusted through. That is if I had any to begin with. I decide to go for something brazen. A sex on the beach.
Who knows, maybe I'll have some of that on this trip. When my drink is served, I take little sips of it. I don't really want to get drunk. I just want the rush of having drinks with someone and maybe practice my flirting. In between sips, I people-watch the folks who are in the bar.
After a while I realize that I'm bored. Everyone seems to be with someone else already. Of course, this is a couples retreat and everyone comes already coupled. Realizing this I wonder if I should just drink up the rest of my sex on the beach, and go upstairs to watch a movie.
I'm about to take a gulp from my drink when I see a gorgeous silver fox enter the bar. He leans towards the bartender and asks for something, then moves to the opposite side of the room and sits down facing the floor and me.
The moment we make eye contact it's as if thunder has struck. He's gorgeous, virile, and looks good enough to eat. I lick my lips as he's staring at me and give him a small smile. I don't want to think I'd do anything to fuck him, but hell, yes I'd do anything to fuck him.
A server drops his drink in front of him, and he takes a small sip. He looks around the bar, and then his eyes come back to me. I give him another smile, making it known I like him too. This time we stare deep into each other's eyes, and I don't back down for anything.
He smiles at me as if I won this game of chicken we had between us and gets up taking his drink with him. I don't realize he's coming over towards me until he's halfway here. I start to panic, but something makes me stay still and wait for him to come to me.
Once he's standing in front of me, I can tell how ruggedly handsome he is. I wait for him to make the first move, and he does.
"Is this seat taken?"
"Who is asking?"
"I'm Lucian, and I would very much like to join you for a drink."
"I already have a drink."
What the hell am I doing? Why am I playing hard to get when I want to fuck this man senseless or rather have him do that for me.
"I thought you could use the company."
I catch myself before I tell him I might be waiting for someone. Yes, indeed, I'm waiting for someone. HIM.
"Take a seat, Lucian."
His movements are smooth and refined as he sits himself down across from me.
"I didn't catch your name."
"I'm not sure I should give it to you."
"Are we going to play this game all night long?"
"Perhaps I like games. Don't you?"
I watch his features as he considers my question. There's only a slight change which I could have missed if I wasn't paying attention the way I am.
"I like the direct approach."
My hands go to my drink so that they are busy and he doesn't see them shaking. I want this man. He's the man that will christen the honeymoon suite's bed with me.
"I'm here for a week."
"What a coincidence. So am I?"
"Let's take it one step at a time. Don't you think?"
"Smart and sexy, all wrapped into one."
"Now this is more of what I like to hear."
"I can be more direct if you like."
"I want to practice my flirting with you."
He leans forward across the table so that he becomes my entire world in that moment.
"From the moment I saw you sitting here, I've wanted to fuck you."
I feel the blood going to my cheeks as I blush profusely from his dirty words. I'm not sure how to respond, so I take a sip of my drink to calm myself down.
"You don't always get what you want in life. Didn't your mother teach you that?"
"No mom. Was raised by a single dad."
I shift uncomfortably. You never know when an awkward moment can arise like this one.
"No, don't take it back because it's difficult. Ask me something else."
"How often do you pick up women at hotel bars?"
He smiles at my implication that he does this as often as changing his underwear.
"This is my first time, but I've yet to pick you up."
"That is true. Maybe you should put in more of an effort. Huh, Lucian?"
"For a woman like you, I'd move heaven and earth."
"I like the sound of that. Why don't you prove it?"
"Let's go to my room and you'll have a night you'll never forget."
"I thought you'd never ask."