Her life had been flipped upside down a few days ago and she’d finally snapped, like many people had predicted would one day happen, if she continued to let people abuse her good nature. She’d always been the people pleaser in her group of friends and in the few romantic relationships she’d been in.
Her last relationship was the reason she was now soaking up the sun and flat broke. Her mouth stretched out in a pleased grin. She was starting to get too warm, so she stood up and started walking towards the inviting water. She was trying really hard not to think about her ex but the man invaded her thoughts, which caused a frown to pucker her brows.
She had been with her supposedly straight-laced boyfriend for six months and really loved him, or at least she thought she did. She’d decided it was time to take the next step in their relationship and had gotten all dressed up, planning on waiting for him to get home from the office.
She didn’t really understand his job. She just knew he owned some business that developed software. He tried talking about it to her and she’d nod along, as if she understood but in reality, it had bored her to pieces.
She had the key to get into his place, from when he’d been on a business trip the previous month and she’d gone over to water his plants. She’d forgotten she even had the key but was very grateful, considering she was going to plan a romantic evening for them.
It was such a cliché because of course she’d opened the door, with nervous anticipation, only to find the stupid creep in bed with his secretary. He had, of course, begged her not to leave and promised it was a one-time thing, that he’d temporarily lost his mind.
Trinity smiled as she thought about his moment of groveling. As she’d walked out the door, she vowed she was done with businessmen for good. She was tired of being their perfect girlfriend, who did their laundry, cleaned their places and anything else they asked. She was done being the girl everyone could depend on. She was done always playing it safe. She was certainly done with being a doormat.
She dived into the water and swam out until her arms started to ache. She turned around, surprised at how far she’d gotten from the shore. She wasn’t worried about it though, as she was a strong swimmer. Even if she did get tired, she could float on her back for hours. She began the long trip back to shore and continued thinking about those life changing days.
Trinity had driven back to her boring, beige apartment and started searching the internet for exotic resorts. She’d found a new place on an island, off of the coast of Spain, booked her ticket and went to the mall to purchase a few sundresses and a new bikini. She’d slept incredibly well that night and was off to the airport first thing in the morning.
She landed yesterday and had wandered the beach as she watched the most spectacular sunset she’d ever seen in her life. Tears had fallen down her face from the sheer beauty of the colors splashed across the sky. She was exhausted as she climbed back up to her room. She was also feeling better than she had in a very long time.
For a few seconds after she woke up that morning, she’d been confused about where she was. She’d sipped a few too many margaritas in the outdoor bar. Once it all came back to her, she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. She slipped on her most daring bikini and headed towards the incredible beach, where she lounged for hours, until she finally dove into the crystal clear sea water.
Trinity snapped back to the present, as she continued to swim closer to the shore and she felt nothing but the warmth from the sun and the coolness of the glorious water. There was no stress, no feelings of regret and no doubt she’d made the right choice. That’s all she felt, until something smashed into her head. There was a shooting pain and then she felt blackness surround her. Her last thought, before she started sinking beneath the surface of the water, was her room was non-refundable.
Drew was lying on his board, swimming out to catch a wave. He’d arrived at his resort earlier that morning and felt good. He’d told his staff they were to pretend not to know him over the next seventy-two hours and then he’d hit the beach. He could certainly get used to being a tourist, he thought with a laugh.
The day had been relaxing so far and he could feel his stress fading away. As he paddled out further into the sea, he suddenly felt a thump and turned his head, to see a body start sinking into the water.
“What the hell?” he yelled, before diving off his board to retrieve whoever he’d just ran into. No one was ever out in the water this far unless they were surfing. He supposed their board could’ve gotten away from them but he didn’t see one floating around anywhere without a rider.
He caught the person before they sunk too far, realizing it was a woman. He threw her up on his board and quickly paddled back to shore. He immediately began CPR and let out a relieved sigh, when she choked up some water and started to breathe.
She looked up through blood-shot eyes and groaned, reaching for her head, where he could already see a large lump forming. He was surprised by the clenching in his gut. She was spectacular, in an understated girl next door way.
She had long blonde hair, which was currently plastered over her face and emerald colored eyes. He’d never quite seen that shade before. They had a sparkle to them, holding his attention. They were surrounded by long lashes, which were quickly blinking up at him.
Her body was lithe and far to pale, to be so unprotected on these beaches. He could already see a tint of red all over, which was going to bother her in the morning if she didn’t get plenty of lotion on her.
He felt his body tighten, at the thought of rubbing lotion all over her smooth skin. Her curves were perfect, neither too small nor too large. He was picturing his large hands running all over her body. He had to shake his head to clear the inappropriate thoughts. He’d almost drowned the poor woman and now he was ogling her like a piece of candy. He really needed to take more time off.
He reached down and scooped her up in his arms. She needed to get some medical attention, so he could verify she’d be okay. As he walked across the beach, with her in his arms, he could feel her soft heat wash through him. The scent of her hair was causing more erotic images to pop into his mind. Her tiny bikini wasn’t hiding much from him and he wanted to move the top aside, those last couple of inches, to see if her peaks were pale, like her skin. He groaned out loud, as he tried to think of anything but devouring the stranger in his arms. He didn’t normally undress a woman with only his eyes. His partners were usually chasing him down; they didn’t look at him with wide, innocent eyes.