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“Hey Josefina,” I say. “So I was thinking. Would you happen to have a spot left for your yoga retreat?”
“You? Doing a yoga retreat? Are you serious?”
“I am. I’ve been having some, uh, business difficulties and Yoshimi recommended it to me.”
“Oh. I see. Hang on for a moment.”
“Okay. We have one spot left. But Jack.”
“Yes?”
“If you really want to take this seriously, I’m going to need you to stay on premise. It will help you clear your mind from your current environment.”
“Seriously? I live in town though.”
“Do you want to half ass this or whole ass it?”
I sigh, looking out at the beach.
“What the hell. Who’s my roommate going to be?”
“It will probably be the last person who signed up back in December. A nice young woman named Amelia.”
8
AMELIA
They seat Brad and I at a small table in the sand, the ocean crashing against the shore just a few feet away. Brad had taken his shirt off for the occasion, no doubt to show off his muscular surfer's body, but for once I just wasn't feeling it.
I can't get my encounter with Jack out of my head, how he tackled me with my phone into the pool like he was the boss of my life.
Followed by his walking in on me in a very compromising position.
And last but not least, there was the way he commanded--commanded!--me to ride his face in my hotel room before I kicked him out.
"So, Amelia, what do you do for work?" Brad asks, taking a sip of his drink.
I tear my gaze away from the ocean and try to focus on Brad. "Oh, I work in marketing. It's pretty boring, to be honest."
Worked, I guess. Details.
But I don’t feel like getting into that. “What do you do?”
Brad smiles. Clearly he only asked me so that he could talk about himself. "I'm a surf instructor. I get to spend my days on the beach teaching people how to ride the waves. It's pretty awesome."
I nod, trying to feign interest. "That sounds fun. Do you have a lot of students?"
"Yeah, I have a pretty good business going. I'm lucky to be able to do something I love every day." Brad grins, flexing his muscles unnecessarily.
I can’t help but roll my eyes inwardly. I’m not into Brad's surfer boy vibe, no matter how ripped he is. All I can think about is Jack and how naughty and exciting our encounter had been.
I can’t believe I did something like that, but now that I’ve done it?
I can’t deny, I loved the thrill of it.
"So, Amelia, do you come to Costa Rica often?" Brad asks. “Or is this your first time?”
"Uh, yeah, I come here a lot," I reply, my mind still far away from the present moment.
