absently waved a goodbye to Andy and opened the door to her room.
She caught her breath, forgetting round two thousand and one with her misgivings for a moment.
Whoa, this was some gig. Trailing behind the bellhop, she flopped down on the edge of the enormous bed. A canopy of white, filmy gauze surrounded it, tied in decorative rosettes on the four posters.
Holy shit! Tara grinned as she sat at the edge and bounced. It was like landing on a soft white cloud. Her fingers ran lightly over the puffy comforter as she dropped her shoes and dug in her purse for some singles to tip the bellhop. He bowed respectfully, but shook his head at her offer of money. Smiling, he left her to revel in her new surroundings, closing the door quietly behind him.
Silence filled the cool air, hushed and filled with the voice of chickening out.
No, dammit! Kelsey was going to get what she deserved if it was the last thing Tara did. She opted to focus instead on her ultra-cool surroundings.
A huge basket of fruit sat on the corner table by the sliding glass doors, but her stomach rebelled at the thought of food just yet. Instead, she went to take a peek outside. A vista of blue-green ocean greeted her, as the soft swell of water rolled in and out on the tide.
Jeez, this was sweet indeed! She did a little dance. Woo hoo Hawaii!
The cool air turned her body temperature to just below fried, reminding her how sticky she was from the humidity. A shower was definitely in order.
As Tara began to unbutton her shirt, she hesitated. Was this the show where hidden cameras were in the rooms? No, that was big sister or somebody’s cousin, if all her research was correct.
Her hut phone rang, shrill and sharp. Tara jumped.
They knew
… They’d done more background checks on her and they knew about her evil plan…
She picked up the phone cautiously and answered with a gulp, “Hello?”
“Good evening Miss Douglas, this is housekeeping.”
Oh, God, even
housekeeping
knew… Tara shook her head and swallowed. “Hello. What can I do for you? ”
Do you want me to pay you off to keep your clean little mouths shut?
“No, ma’am, ” the accented voice said cheerfully. “I’m calling to see what I can do for
you
.”
Aha! They did want a pay off! “Do for me?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, ma’am. Any special requirements? A particular brand of soap, maybe shampoo?”
Tara’s hand went to her stomach. Did they have soap that washed away guilt? “Oh, thank you, but no. I’m sure whatever’s here is just fine.”
“Wonderful! But please, don’t hesitate to call us if you need anything at all. Just dial two-one-one.”
Tara rolled her eyes in relief. “Thank you again, ” she hung up as if the phone was a loaded gun.
She groaned and padded to the bathroom, staring in awe at the creamy surface of the sunken tub and adjoining shower. The gleam from the shiny, gold fixtures almost hurt her eyes. An arched window above the bath gave her yet another glorious view of the ocean.
Tara peeked out and caught sight of a very large blond man in the distance, wandering up the beach. Squinting against the sun, she looked closer as he gapped the distance to her hut; his large body muscled and tan against the setting sun.
Wow. Nothing like something yummylicious to take your mind off your troubles.
He lifted his head and cupped his hand over his eyes. Tara ducked. She would not get caught eyeing up the hunks, assuming that’s who he was. He looked lost, which was probably par for the course when your biceps were bigger than your brain.
God, she was jaded.
She perused the bathtub again. Oh, yeah, baby, nothing like a good soak after humiliating the crap out of Kelsey.
Tara caught herself. She was gloating again.
Whatever.
Stripping the remainder of her clothes off, she opened her carry-on bag and located some shower gel and shampoo. The hard spray relaxed her achy muscles as she soaped up and gave some more serious thought to what she was
She caught her breath, forgetting round two thousand and one with her misgivings for a moment.
Whoa, this was some gig. Trailing behind the bellhop, she flopped down on the edge of the enormous bed. A canopy of white, filmy gauze surrounded it, tied in decorative rosettes on the four posters.
Holy shit! Tara grinned as she sat at the edge and bounced. It was like landing on a soft white cloud. Her fingers ran lightly over the puffy comforter as she dropped her shoes and dug in her purse for some singles to tip the bellhop. He bowed respectfully, but shook his head at her offer of money. Smiling, he left her to revel in her new surroundings, closing the door quietly behind him.
Silence filled the cool air, hushed and filled with the voice of chickening out.
No, dammit! Kelsey was going to get what she deserved if it was the last thing Tara did. She opted to focus instead on her ultra-cool surroundings.
A huge basket of fruit sat on the corner table by the sliding glass doors, but her stomach rebelled at the thought of food just yet. Instead, she went to take a peek outside. A vista of blue-green ocean greeted her, as the soft swell of water rolled in and out on the tide.
Jeez, this was sweet indeed! She did a little dance. Woo hoo Hawaii!
The cool air turned her body temperature to just below fried, reminding her how sticky she was from the humidity. A shower was definitely in order.
As Tara began to unbutton her shirt, she hesitated. Was this the show where hidden cameras were in the rooms? No, that was big sister or somebody’s cousin, if all her research was correct.
Her hut phone rang, shrill and sharp. Tara jumped.
They knew
… They’d done more background checks on her and they knew about her evil plan…
She picked up the phone cautiously and answered with a gulp, “Hello?”
“Good evening Miss Douglas, this is housekeeping.”
Oh, God, even
housekeeping
knew… Tara shook her head and swallowed. “Hello. What can I do for you? ”
Do you want me to pay you off to keep your clean little mouths shut?
“No, ma’am, ” the accented voice said cheerfully. “I’m calling to see what I can do for
you
.”
Aha! They did want a pay off! “Do for me?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, ma’am. Any special requirements? A particular brand of soap, maybe shampoo?”
Tara’s hand went to her stomach. Did they have soap that washed away guilt? “Oh, thank you, but no. I’m sure whatever’s here is just fine.”
“Wonderful! But please, don’t hesitate to call us if you need anything at all. Just dial two-one-one.”
Tara rolled her eyes in relief. “Thank you again, ” she hung up as if the phone was a loaded gun.
She groaned and padded to the bathroom, staring in awe at the creamy surface of the sunken tub and adjoining shower. The gleam from the shiny, gold fixtures almost hurt her eyes. An arched window above the bath gave her yet another glorious view of the ocean.
Tara peeked out and caught sight of a very large blond man in the distance, wandering up the beach. Squinting against the sun, she looked closer as he gapped the distance to her hut; his large body muscled and tan against the setting sun.
Wow. Nothing like something yummylicious to take your mind off your troubles.
He lifted his head and cupped his hand over his eyes. Tara ducked. She would not get caught eyeing up the hunks, assuming that’s who he was. He looked lost, which was probably par for the course when your biceps were bigger than your brain.
God, she was jaded.
She perused the bathtub again. Oh, yeah, baby, nothing like a good soak after humiliating the crap out of Kelsey.
Tara caught herself. She was gloating again.
Whatever.
Stripping the remainder of her clothes off, she opened her carry-on bag and located some shower gel and shampoo. The hard spray relaxed her achy muscles as she soaped up and gave some more serious thought to what she was
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