few in my time, but I’m inclined to say that this is, by far, my favourite version.
Returning to my seat I am met with a few glares from families waiting at the side lines for a good spot to open up, shocked at my audacity to save me seat while going to the bar. Now, I know there is an unspoken rule of no savies, but surely that doesn’t count if you are just going to the bar?
Oh well, I’ve done it now, so screw ‘em! I’m going to sit here sipping my Daiquiri, pretending to enjoy every second, even though I’m bored brainless, just because you gave me the evil eye, for getting a drink.
I take a victory sip through the straw, sucking a little too hard and consequently suffering painful brain freeze, Karma is really riding me today; I try and hide my discomfort behind a smile so that Mr. and Mrs. Glare-a-lot don’t get any satisfaction.
When the pain subsides and I can finally un-scrunch my eyes, I look around, perhaps a little bit of people watching will pass the time. I spot a cute little old couple sat side by side, both with matching dark brown leathery skin, it looks gross, but I can’t help but grin at the idea of them growing old together until they finally morph into tan leather sofas.
Then a young couple having a lovers spat, hissing abuse at each other in hushed tones, clearly trying and failing, not to cause a scene; she has a mane of fiery red hair and appears to be the main antagonist, jabbing her finger at him, while he lies back feigning ignorance about whatever they are fighting over.
I avert my eyes before I’m caught staring, settling on a man in faded jeans and a black t-shirt walking towards the pool area. He is turning to look at every person he passes, as if he is searching for someone, clearly flustered, but that could just be down to his ridiculous clothing; who wears jeans and dark t-shirt in 35degree heat?
There is something familiar about his stance, but he is still some way away and the sun is so bright that I can’t see him clearly enough to work out who he reminds me of.
As he reaches the other side of the pool I can make out his hair and establish roughly how tall he is, I can see it now, he reminds me of Jake. Eugh! That’s all I need a Jake look-alike running around the place. Why does Karma hate me so much today?
Shaking my head to scramble the image, I lay back and close my eyes, conjuring up pictures of Carlos instead; there, that’s much better.
I’m overjoyed at the prospect of him coming back early and now I have my new sexy underwear, I’m feeling much more confident that I can compete with his skill in the bedroom department; well improve on my lack of effort from the last times at least. He has definitely had the control so far and I feel a little guilty that it has all been about me; not that I haven’t loved every second of it, but still, it’s time to give something back.
Just as I’m playing through kinky scenarios in my head, I hear it, “Kate?” the scenario freezes, but I’m too afraid to open my eyes, I know that voice, I know it well. It’s Jake.
Chapter 5
I can feel the blood drain away from my face; it can’t be him, why would it be him? I try and argue with myself, but still my eyes won’t open, my mind knowing the truth.
“Kate” he says again, more assuredly this time, his clammy fingers touching my shoulder. Instinctively I flinch, pulling my shoulder away and open my eyes; there’s no denying it now, there he is. He looks absurd all red in the face, his hair stuck down across his forehead with sweat. I want to shout at him, tell him to get away from me, demand to know why he’s here and tell him he looks like an overdressed idiot in those clothes, my mouth is open, but nothing comes out except a strangled squeak.
I take a swig of my Daiquiri, clear my throat and try again “What the hell are you doing here!?” I hiss, matching the hushed tones used by the young couple I saw minutes before.
I’m seething, I don’t even care why he’s here, there is no possible reason good enough to explain him being