Denzel joined us, and the other men two, only they sat on by the bar and drank away.
I tried to keep my gaze away from Denzel's, but the looks he was giving me was heated. My mind often flashed back to the imagined scene in the bathroom, and I would feel nothing but ashamed.
"Why is the boss staring at you like you're a piece of meat?" I ignored Meera's question and decided that I've had enough of the pool.
I excused myself and asked directions to the nearest bathroom. I dried myself and changed into dry underwear and back into my dress. The hair was still wet, but it didnt look bad at all.
On my way back out, I nearly slammed into Denzel and I took a step back.
"What are you doing?"
"I was waiting for you." He says simply.
"Why?"
"Let's take a walk, shall we?" He doesn't let me
