important, differences that made Holley Cay seem so much more welcoming than other five-star places.
After all, how was a person supposed to relax and have fun if he or she was constantly waiting to make some social gaffe?
“I’d love a Pellegrino with lime, please,” Julie told the waiter.
Amy rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be so boring.”
“Yeah,” chimed in Jen. “I’m having a margarita, Amy’s having a Bloody Mary, and Kara and Chrissy are sharing a pitcher of rum punch.”
The other girls looked at her expectantly.
Julie glanced at her watch. “But it’s only ten-thirty.” Kara rolled her eyes in what looked like sincere disgust. “Don’t be so uptight,” she said. Unlike Amy and Jen, her tone wasn’t teasing. “You’re allowed to loosen up a little.”
“I—”
“Julie, we’re just kidding. Order whatever you like,” Amy said, shooting a glare at Kara.
Julie was glad her flush could be attributed to the hot sun. How typical. Goodie-goodie Julie orders water while the other girls cut loose. Kara was right. She was on vacation. She was allowed, no, she deserved to loosen up a little.
“I’d like the Pellegrino,” she smiled at Amy, then shot Kara a sidelong glance, “and a Long Island iced tea.” As long as she drank water along with her alcohol, she told herself, she would be just fine.
The waiter was back within minutes with their drinks. Julie settled back in the lounge chair and took a long sip. Something about the sweet drink and the accompanying bite of liquor made her smile. She felt decadent, like she was getting away with something, and told Amy so.
“That’s a pretty sad state of affairs, Julie, if all it takes is a drink before noon to make you feel like a bad girl.”
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“It doesn’t take much, I’ll give you that,” she said, taking another sip of her drink.
“Here’s to being bad, or at least a little naughty,” said Amy, and the girls all obligingly clinked glasses.
Julie smiled at the group, grateful once again that Amy had taken her under her wing. Otherwise she would have spent the week feeling like an outsider, lurking around waiting for some-one to talk to her.
Even though the resort had a reputation as a place for single people to have fun, Julie noted that all of the other single guests had come with friends.
She knew she would relish the solitude and downtime while she was here, but it was nice to know she’d have company when she wanted it. And Amy and her friends, not to mention Mike the diver guy, as Julie referred to him in her head, seemed willing and eager to make sure she had a good time.
Unlike Chris, the jerk. She still couldn’t believe the things he had said to her. Did he really think she was some spoiled little rich girl? That all she wanted was to use him for some kind of revenge?
Okay, maybe he was right, at least a little bit. But she’d also slept with him because she’d really, really wanted to. And she really, really wanted to again, even though the admission—silent though it was—
nearly choked her.
Well, there was nothing to be done for it. She’d had an incredible night with him, and she would leave it at that and try to focus on the good parts—of which there were many. But she would definitely steer clear of him for the rest of her stay, if only to prove to him that she didn’t need his attention to have a good time.
But his easy rejection of her still rankled. How embarrassing! She’d made it clear that all she wanted was sex, and he couldn’t even be bothered with that. He’d made that perfectly clear at the bar last night.
Good thing she hadn’t told him the whole truth, about how she’d fantasized all the way down here about seeing him again. How he would pull her into his arms and kiss her in that toe-curling, blood-melting way he had. Then he’d spend the next week rubbing her down with coconut oil and making her come until she couldn’t move.
Instead, he’d greeted her with
After all, how was a person supposed to relax and have fun if he or she was constantly waiting to make some social gaffe?
“I’d love a Pellegrino with lime, please,” Julie told the waiter.
Amy rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be so boring.”
“Yeah,” chimed in Jen. “I’m having a margarita, Amy’s having a Bloody Mary, and Kara and Chrissy are sharing a pitcher of rum punch.”
The other girls looked at her expectantly.
Julie glanced at her watch. “But it’s only ten-thirty.” Kara rolled her eyes in what looked like sincere disgust. “Don’t be so uptight,” she said. Unlike Amy and Jen, her tone wasn’t teasing. “You’re allowed to loosen up a little.”
“I—”
“Julie, we’re just kidding. Order whatever you like,” Amy said, shooting a glare at Kara.
Julie was glad her flush could be attributed to the hot sun. How typical. Goodie-goodie Julie orders water while the other girls cut loose. Kara was right. She was on vacation. She was allowed, no, she deserved to loosen up a little.
“I’d like the Pellegrino,” she smiled at Amy, then shot Kara a sidelong glance, “and a Long Island iced tea.” As long as she drank water along with her alcohol, she told herself, she would be just fine.
The waiter was back within minutes with their drinks. Julie settled back in the lounge chair and took a long sip. Something about the sweet drink and the accompanying bite of liquor made her smile. She felt decadent, like she was getting away with something, and told Amy so.
“That’s a pretty sad state of affairs, Julie, if all it takes is a drink before noon to make you feel like a bad girl.”
PrivateParty
“It doesn’t take much, I’ll give you that,” she said, taking another sip of her drink.
“Here’s to being bad, or at least a little naughty,” said Amy, and the girls all obligingly clinked glasses.
Julie smiled at the group, grateful once again that Amy had taken her under her wing. Otherwise she would have spent the week feeling like an outsider, lurking around waiting for some-one to talk to her.
Even though the resort had a reputation as a place for single people to have fun, Julie noted that all of the other single guests had come with friends.
She knew she would relish the solitude and downtime while she was here, but it was nice to know she’d have company when she wanted it. And Amy and her friends, not to mention Mike the diver guy, as Julie referred to him in her head, seemed willing and eager to make sure she had a good time.
Unlike Chris, the jerk. She still couldn’t believe the things he had said to her. Did he really think she was some spoiled little rich girl? That all she wanted was to use him for some kind of revenge?
Okay, maybe he was right, at least a little bit. But she’d also slept with him because she’d really, really wanted to. And she really, really wanted to again, even though the admission—silent though it was—
nearly choked her.
Well, there was nothing to be done for it. She’d had an incredible night with him, and she would leave it at that and try to focus on the good parts—of which there were many. But she would definitely steer clear of him for the rest of her stay, if only to prove to him that she didn’t need his attention to have a good time.
But his easy rejection of her still rankled. How embarrassing! She’d made it clear that all she wanted was sex, and he couldn’t even be bothered with that. He’d made that perfectly clear at the bar last night.
Good thing she hadn’t told him the whole truth, about how she’d fantasized all the way down here about seeing him again. How he would pull her into his arms and kiss her in that toe-curling, blood-melting way he had. Then he’d spend the next week rubbing her down with coconut oil and making her come until she couldn’t move.
Instead, he’d greeted her with
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