I was of two minds about the staff using my name. In a way, it was nice to feel like they knew you well enough to use it. It was like going to Granny’s, and you were a valued customer. That was different, though; Granny’s had built a relationship over time. This, on the other hand, was a little creepy. I’d never met this woman, and here she was using our names like she knew us.
I imagined she just assumed we were old enough to drink because the resort was adults-only.
“Yes, please. I could use a mojito,” I said.
I’d found I liked them when I was in Cuba.
“It’s awful early,” Brook observed.
“We’re on vacation, and it’s five o’clock somewhere.”
I think she suddenly realized that she sounded like her mom.
“I’ll have one too.”
“Make it with decent rum,” I added.
Once the waitress left, Brook gave me a look.
“When did you become a rum snob?” she teased.
“It makes a difference in the way it tastes.”
She kissed me to let me know she was just teasing.
We kicked back and just relaxed, drank mojitos, and enjoyed being together.
I noticed the other guest had come out to enjoy the pool area. I smiled when I recognized her.
“Do you know who that is?” I asked Brook, who hadn’t noticed we had company.
“Chloe Larkin.”
I could see my girlfriend was starstruck. Chloe was a British actress who had been in the original UK version of
“You should go talk to her,” I said to Brook.
She was on her third mojito, so I wasn’t surprised when she glared at me and nodded. I think she took it as a dare. Usually, I was the social butterfly, and Brook followed my lead. Brook got up and started over to where Chloe was getting organized.
I smiled because Chloe had on a pair of Daisy Dukes and a bikini top. She’d definitely adapted to the LA lifestyle. I thought about a Katy Perry song lyric that might apply.
I stopped congratulating myself on my cleverness—and just about stopped thinking at all—when Chloe unbuttoned the aforementioned Daisy Dukes and wiggled out of them. She was wearing a thong bikini bottom.
Brook saw it and looked back at me to see my reaction. I gave her two thumbs up. Brook just shook her head and continued her progress to meet Chloe.
I admit it, I was in lust. Chloe Larkin had a killer body. I loved her dark skin tone and her soulful big brown eyes. She just had something that other girls didn’t. That was why she’d been cast to play parts on TV. Producers and directors weren’t looking for ordinary. They needed actors and actresses who stood out and would be remembered.
Personally, I could also imagine her sitting on my face. Wait! Rewind that thought. Yep, I would very much enjoy that. Maybe my girlfriend had listened when I fantasized about her fetching me babes to have my way with. In this instance, I would be all for it. I would double down and want Brook to join us. Well, maybe that was a given if I intended to keep her as my girlfriend, which I did.
While my mind raced off into fantasyland, I watched Brook and Chloe introduce themselves and Brook take the seat next to her. They almost acted like they’d known each other forever as they began to chat. I smiled when I saw our server come out and take their drink orders.
Brook must have told Chloe that she needed to catch up because the waitress brought Chloe two drinks, and she downed the first in one go. If she were like other girls from the UK, I suspected she could hold her alcohol. I might’ve been wrong, though, because they usually drank pints of beer. Brook and Chloe were drinking the hard stuff.
I’d almost decided that nothing was going to happen when I observed Chloe get out the suntan lotion and offer to put it on Brook’s back. Chloe seemed to keep it G-rated until she reached over Brook’s back. Her hands slid over Brook’s shoulders and ended up under her bikini top, rubbing her breasts. Brook turned her head to say something when Chloe kissed her.
Mr. Happy was ready to charge in and join the fun. He reminded me that Brook had been with Halle and Cindy and had left us out, and he didn’t want to miss his opportunity. The big brain was still functioning and knew that Brook would do what she thought best. Meanwhile, our server had taken notice and didn’t look happy. That decided it. I got up and walked over to slow the action down.
“Hey, you’re starting to attract attention,” I warned.
It was fun to see Chloe’s head snap around as if her parents had caught her making out.
“Chloe, this is my boyfriend, David,” Brook said to introduce us.
Chloe realized I wasn’t there to stop the proceedings and relaxed. She did all but undress me with her eyes.
“Damn, he’s built for sport, though …”
I loved her accent.
“We have a pool, and it’s more private. Why don’t we go to our place?” I suggested.
Without waiting for an answer, Brook took Chloe’s hand, helped her up, and led her to our bungalow. I walked over to the bar to sign for our drinks.
