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“Are you good?” he says, looking into my eyes with mischief.
“Very good,” I say, looking back into his deep blue eyes, not even looking towards Sylvia or Edith.
“She’s good,” I hear Edith say to Sylvia as they laugh and join their new friends.
It’s just me and him now, and a rooftop paradise full of strangers.
“I want to show you my favorite spot on this roof.”
We walk together. Closely. I enjoy the heat of his body, and it’s a battle to prevent myself from just falling into him. We leave the crowds far behind and in the evening, the crowd and the noise fade.
THE HOT TUB
BROOKE
This is a beautiful spot. The Waikiki beach 30 floors below us stretches out in cream-colored sand, now made darker by the evening, welcoming the white surf of waves that glisten in the moonlight. The entire ocean is made one under us as if nature was speaking only to us.
“It is breathtaking, so magnificent, yet so intimate.”
He is taken aback by my description.
“That is how I see it,” he says, looking deeply into my eyes.
This is too much! I want to change the subject.
“So, the highest bidder for the world’s most expensive handbag… you know him?”
“That’s his yacht right there,” he says, pointing to a glowing super yacht sailing majestically in the ocean. I can make out the helicopter on its upper deck.
“Who has that kind of money?” I say almost to myself.
“People who don’t deserve it,” he replies with a smile. He takes off his shirt, revealing the most beautiful body I have ever seen. Broad shoulders, muscled chest, tapering into his flat abs and trim waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Going into the water,” he says. “Hopefully you will join me?” He steps into the small jacuzzi pool and throws water on his beautiful body, which is now glistening and inviting me.
I want to jump on him and devour him!
As I pull off my dress, we never lose eye contact. I take time for a silent giggle when the dress covers my face, as I don’t want him to see how much he excites me. I am wearing a striped bathing black and white bathing suit, and going by the way he is looking, he clearly approves. Like some gentleman from a fairytale, he offers me his hand to welcome into the whirlpool. He doesn’t let go of my hand and pulls me gently along with him. I skip and float along deliriously and happily like some young kid seeing a pool for the first time.
We are facing the ocean. The hot steam water is swirling around us, yet the heat from his body has its own presence. He slides his hand away from mine and, using his hands to cup water, he brings up to my shoulders and then lets it trickle down on me.
He repeats to the other side and then on to my neck. The hot water goes into my bathing suit, between my breasts, mixing and adding into my body heat.
When he stops, I want to do the same for him. I bring my palms together, turning them into a vessel that holds the hot water. I splash it on his chest, watching the moonlight, turn that wall of muscle and skin turn into shinning ivory.
“Could you rub that water on me?” he says. “I say this only for health reasons.”
“Oh, really?!” I laugh, kicking the water to create distance from him. “Are you looking for some kind of healing?”
He comes towards me.
My God, that wall of a chest, those chiseled abs, glowing in the lights of the Pacific.
“You can cure me,” he says with a mischievous smile.
My tone is exaggerated and mocking at the same time. “Oh no, what are you suffering from?”
