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Kate relaxed onto the lounger and felt the sun beat down on her clothed body. For now, she was comfortable enough in her clothes, but soon she would get too hot and that’s when she’d reveal her bikini-clad body to the world.
“Miss,” a thickly accented voice said. “Can I get you something to drink?”
Confused, Kate looked around to try and see where the voice was coming from. She finally found his face. He was standing by the head of her lounger, his hands clasped behind his back. Kate craned her neck back to see him properly and smiled widely.
“Oh, thank you,” Kate started, “but how much will it cost?”
“It is free,” the man said, bowing slightly. “The hotel is all-inclusive.”
Then he paused, frowning a little, and edged closer to her.
“You are staying at the Felicity Hotel, aren’t you?”
Kate lifted her wrist to show him her bright purple wristband, given to her at the courtesy of the hotel’s front desk when she checked in. She’d been told the wristband would give her access to all their amenities, inside and out.
“Wonderful,” he said cheerily. “So, can I get you something?”
“I’ll have a Sex on the Beach,” Kate said.
It was the first drink that came to her mind. As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she regretted them. The man’s pleasant smile faltered as he stared at her. Kate wasn’t going to let her embarrassment show, though. She just smiled at the man and nodded.
He scurried off to arrange her the drink while she ruminated on everything that poor man was probably thinking. Kate knew that his mind probably went to the most obvious place—that he was being hit on.
That wasn’t what she’d meant at all, though. She was just excited to be here, at the beach, leaving all of her worries back home. Clearly, not all of her worries were gone. She was still able to feel shame, and the heat was slowly rising up into her cheeks.
Kate was determined not to blush. She fanned herself, pretending to be hot from the sun when she heard a light chuckle coming from a couple of loungers away.
She sat up in her chair and looked at the man to her left. He had tanned skin, dark hair, and a thick layer of stubble along his jaw and cheeks. His beautifully straight teeth were poking out from his smiling lips as he chuckled.
Kate didn’t want to come out and ask him what his problem was, but she was half-tempted. The man just kept on chuckling as he flicked through his glossy magazine.
“Are you laughing at me?” Kate asked, leaning forward with her elbows digging into her knees.
The man looked over at her. That was when she got the first good look at his face. He was young, young enough to be her son, with the most stunning blue eyes she’d ever seen. They were embedded into his face, surrounded by the silky tanned skin and dark hair atop his head.
If he weren’t so young, Kate would have immediately dug her claws into him. She couldn’t, though. She was far, far too old.
“Not at you,” he said, his voice purring as he spoke. “With you.”
Kate squinted at him. “I’m not laughing.”
She wasn’t going to let him off just because he was cute. How often had that worked for him? How often had he been able to be rude and degrading to women, only to have them pool pathetically at his feet? Not Kate. She could separate her brain from her pussy.
“You will be,” the man said. “Don’t worry.”
Kate couldn’t quite work out where his accent was from. She knew it was European, that much was obvious, but she didn’t know which one. Italian? Spanish? Christ, even French? She couldn’t be sure. She’d never been to any of those countries. She’d never really listened to the language or heard them speak English, so she wasn’t going to be able to guess.
“What kind of accent is that, anyway?” She asked, leaning back into her lounger.
The man let the magazine fall down to his lap. “Are you asking me where I’m from?”
“Sure,” Kate said, raising her arms above her head to tuck them behind the lounger.
“I’m from Italy,” he said, his voice rolling all of the syllables he spoke. “I don’t need to ask where you’re from.”
Kate let her head fall to the left, her eyes staring into his beautiful face. “No?” She asked, smiling. “And why is that?”
“Your accent,” he said. “So very clearly American.”
