HOTEL SUITE
1281 Words
The person our bosses were meeting with had finally arrived, so they let the rest of us enjoy the resort activities. After riding the banana boat, the team invited me to go jet skiing.
"You guys go ahead!" I told them. I had spotted that charming, irritating guy by the shore. He was sipping coconut water, grinning as he watched me. He was making me incredibly uncomfortable.
Once my companions left, he approached me. "You want some?" he asked, offering the coconut.
I gave him a dirty look. "What do you want from me? Don't tell me you’re just hanging around here by coincidence."
He grinned. "I'm here to settle a score."
"Tell me how much I owe you so we can end this conversation. Then, don't come near me again."
"I want you in my bed," he answered cockily.
I was taken aback. I couldn't believe his audacity. "You're bluffing, right?"
He slowly shook his head. "I want you in my bed," he repeated. I gasped.
"That is not happening!"
"That’s all I want. I don't want your money. I'm sure you don't have enough to pay my price anyway."
"It will never happen."
"Hmmm... I guess you’ll just have to get used to seeing me around, then."
"That’s harassment," I snapped, but he just smirked and took a slow sip from his straw, teasing me. I rolled my eyes at him. "If you're bored, there are plenty of other women around."
"You're the one I want," he said directly.
"Why me?" I gestured to the beach. "There are far more beautiful and sexier women here. You can't be blind."
"I want you. Besides, we have unfinished business. You owe me."
"Suit yourself. It’s not going to happen. What happened that night won't happen again."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want it to! Go away! Your presence is making me sick!"
"Woah," he chuckled. "You're the first woman to ever tell me that."
I tilted my head and gave him a sharp, sidelong glance. I walked away as I saw my companions returning. I didn't want them thinking I was flirting. I had spent months telling everyone that a boyfriend wasn't my priority. I didn't need them seeing me entertaining Mr. Hottie, especially since a man like him could easily get anyone he wanted.
***
By lunchtime, the heat had become unbearable, so we retreated to the air-conditioned buffet. I was fixing my plate when he suddenly appeared again.
"What now?" I hissed.
"Seven p.m. tonight. My hotel room." My eyes widened.
"No," I replied firmly. This guy was really testing my patience. He clearly thought I was easy. Well, that was a one-time mistake, buddy. Not anymore.
I left him and returned to my table. My colleagues were gaping at me. "Girl, you're quite the catch," one whispered.
"Oh, please! He just asked me something. He said my face looked familiar. Maybe from my old job." They didn't look like they believed me, but I didn't offer any more information.
We spent the afternoon exploring the island and trying local street foods. By five, we were sitting on the beach waiting for the sunset and taking pictures. Some of the girls were already scouting for foreign guys.
"I’ll be right back. I need the restroom," I excused myself. I went into a nearby restaurant to use the facilities, but when I stepped out, he was waiting for me.
"Are you ever going to stop?" I asked, my voice dripping with irritation.
"No."
"I’m not agreeing to your terms. You’re wasting your time."
"Let's see about that," he said with supreme confidence. He was probably waiting for me to get drunk again, but he’d be waiting a long time. I was done with alcohol.
"My room number is 318. I'll be waiting," he said, winking before he strolled away.
I scoffed. He might pull that move on other women, but it wouldn't work on me.
***
We had an early dinner and headed back to our rooms. We were exhausted and planned to rest tonight so we’d have energy for the bars tomorrow. I had already showered and was applying my night cream when the doorbell rang.
My roommates were already in bed, so I got up to check. I thought it might be the bosses, but I was shocked to find the stranger leaning coolly against the wall, grinning.
"Who is it, Beryl?" one of my friends called out. I slammed the door shut immediately.
"Wrong door!" I yelled back. "Actually... I just realized I need to buy something. I'll be right back!"
I grabbed my bag, but before I could slip out, the doorbell rang again. I didn't wait to see my roommates' puzzled expressions. I yanked the door open and stepped out into the hallway.
"What the hell?!" I whispered angrily. He just smiled. He reached out to grab my waist, but I slapped his hand away.
We got into the elevator. "We are only going to talk," I told him firmly. "We are not doing what you want!" He just gave me a mischievous grin as we reached the third floor.
It was a tug-of-war in the hallway. He was pulling me toward his door, while I was trying to pull him toward the lounge area at the end of the hall.
"What the—hey!" I shouted as he suddenly swept me off my feet. He effortlessly slung me over his shoulder like a sack of rice.
"Put me down!" I protested, but he didn't set me back on my feet until we were safely inside his suite.
I gasped as I looked around. This wasn't just a room. it was a luxury suite. The nightly rate must have been astronomical. "You want a drink?" he offered, heading to the bar counter. "Have you eaten?"
"I didn't come here to eat or drink," I said, hands on my hips.
"Relax. We'll eat later." My face flushed with anger.
"That’s not what I meant! What happened that night was a mistake! I’m here to pay you. How much?"
He laughed. "You can't afford me."
He walked toward me and handed me a glass. "Take it. You won't get drunk on just this."
I took the glass but immediately set it on the table. He sat next to me on the couch, and I kept scooting away until I was pressed against the armrest. "What the hell are you doing?"
I froze when he reached out and touched my cheek. A jolt of electricity ran through me at the sensation of his skin against mine.
"W-What are you doing?" I asked nervously. He was staring at me so intently I felt like I couldn't breathe. Get a grip, Beryl. Don't be weak.
He smirked. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave. I scowled. "Haven't you moved on from that ex you were crying over that night?"
I didn't answer.
"Or did you get back together with him?"
My face fell at the mention of Roger. He chuckled, seeing my reaction. "So, you're single, then."
I stood up abruptly. "I'm going to bed. If you come to my room again, I'm calling security. I mean it!" I pointed a finger at him. "Don't bother me again!"
"Why don't you just stay here?" he offered smoothly.
"No thanks!"
I bolted out of the suite, but he was right behind me. "Where are you going?"
"Away from you! Why are you following me? We're done talking!"
"What do you really want from me, huh?!" I demanded, spinning around to face him.
"You already know what I'm after," he replied with that devastating grin.
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