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Travis
I roll onto my back and stare up at the sun. Paige is stretched out beside me. Our bodies are drenched in sweat after the quickie. I certainly never planned on having her again, but the moment presented itself and it just seemed right. And it was a good way to pass the time.
“This is not the sandy beach I had in mind when I took this job,” I say.
“Me either.”
“It’s certainly private, though,” I joke. “I wouldn’t mind the privacy if there was someone bringing me fruity drinks.”
“No kidding. I could really use a drink right now. I’m surprised you didn’t raid the bar when you were diving on the jet.”
“If I had the time, I would have.”
“Alcohol would have just dehydrated us more,” she sighs.
“You keep doing that to my body and I’m never going to get hydrated,” I tease her.
She slaps my chest. “Not funny.”
“Were you planning on some beach time?” I ask her.
“No.”
“No?” I sit up.
“I was going to Hawaii to work, not lounge on a beach.”
“You were seriously going to work twenty-four hours?”
“If that’s what it took,” she says and sits up, pulling her bra on.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
“One of who?” she asks with a sigh.
“One of those workaholics that is set on climbing the career ladder.”
She frowns at me. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“I think I know why you were a born-again virgin,” I say, enjoying teasing her.
“If you call me uptight or an ice queen, I swear I will drown you.”
I chuckle and pull on my pants. “You’re definitely not an ice queen. I’ve felt just how hot you are.”
“Now, you’re just being crass.”
“I think I’m going to try and follow the shoreline and see if I can find a freshwater source,” I say.
“Uh, you are not leaving me here alone.”
We start walking, having to go into the water on occasion to get around large rocks that are too slippery to climb. “You know this would be easier if you weren’t wearing a tight skirt.”
“No shit,” she mutters. “But someone left my luggage on the plane.”
“Paige, it’s just you and me out here and I’ve already seen everything you have to offer,” I remind her. “You can wear my underwear if that makes you feel more covered.”
“I’m not wearing your underwear,” she scoffs.
