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xp_logsTabitha tries to enjoy the sun.
A long night in a luxury bed with 800 thread count sheets helped her relax immenseley. She even felt up to lazing about pool-side for a while. The scenery was always nice and there was a swim-up bar that she was dying to try out.
She still scanned the area for her nemesis before she ventured into the sun. Half an hour later she stretched out on a lounge chair with a fruity umbrella drink at her elbow, quite pleased with life.
Well, well.
"Should you not be inside, allowing others to enjoy their vacation rather than having to suffer from your blinding white skin?" he asked, critically eyeing her from behind a pair of Persol 2244-S sunglasses and dropped a towel down on the lounge chair next to her.
She allowed herself ten seconds to just look him over. Why does he have to be so beautiful? Men shouldn't be that pretty. "I paid for my opportunity to alleviate that situation, so I'm going to enjoy it." She sipped on her drink, the taste of berries and alcohol bursting pleasantly on her tongue.
He stopped, pointedly taking a moment to refold his shirt, watching her from behind his glasses before he set his shirt down next to the lounge chair. It was more than apparent he did not have his shields raised, a wicked smile reflected back to her and he settled into the chair. Smug, naturally.
She pushed her sunglasses up on her nose and settled back into her chair. "Come, sit, enjoy the scenery. The cabana boys are exceptional." She'd be civil if it killed her. Besides, he was marginally less annoying today. Or she was getting used to him.
"What you mean is you must come this far in order to find a man that will touch you?" he asked, casually glancing over at her before he sat up. Drawing his hair back with his glasses, Manuel pulled out the lotion and began to apply it to his face.
A low buzzing filled her ears and she wondered at it for a moment before she realized that her teeth were grinding. She took another guzzle of her drink to regain her cool. "Yes, one wonders how you brought yourself to put your hands all over me, even for show."
He ran the lotion the length of his arms, his thighs, his legs and lastly, he offered the bottle to her, cocking a brow with a devilish grin adorning his flawless features. "Would you?" he asked, once again, ignoring her quips.
Tabs' eyes turned heavenward. "Did Clarice make a wrong turn? Did she aim for Grand Cayman and somehow we ended up in hell?" she asked the sky.
"At least I am not hairy," Manuel shot back, casually flipping his sunglasses back down. "Would you feel more at home if you ran it over my Pene?" Of course, he was just joking.
Without a pause to be grateful he'd misinterpreted her plea, Tabitha stood. Quite deliberately and with great malice, she upended her fruity, sticky, icy drink in Manuel's lap.
He supposed he deserved that. Manuel grabbed his cane and dropped the lotion container. Immediately as he stood, he grabbed her legs, shoulder to her stomach and lifted her over his shoulder. It was a strain against his back and he made a face as he did it but he still did it. "My god woman, you are as heavy as you look." And just for that, he took three steps towards the pool and dropped her in it. Much to the relief of his back.
Tabitha went into the water with a shriek of outrage. She darted back up out of the water, hand extended. She yanked on Manuel's cane, toppling him into the pool next to her.
"Tabi--"Manuel hissed before he was in the water and broke the surface, scowling after he spit the water out of his mouth. Immediately he fetched his cane and set it out of the water.
She slicked her hair out of her face. "Don't tell me you didn't see that coming?" she asked, splashing water at him.
"I did and sadly, like a helpless cripple, I fell for it." He did not splash her back. "Or perhaps I simply wanted to see a close up of how well your bathing suit clings to your skin." He grinned behind his spotted wet sunglasses.
Tabitha stared at him stiffly. "You are the king of mixed messages." She whirled away as fast as the chest-deep water would let her. "Do me a favor and quit practicing on me!"
A long night in a luxury bed with 800 thread count sheets helped her relax immenseley. She even felt up to lazing about pool-side for a while. The scenery was always nice and there was a swim-up bar that she was dying to try out.
She still scanned the area for her nemesis before she ventured into the sun. Half an hour later she stretched out on a lounge chair with a fruity umbrella drink at her elbow, quite pleased with life.
Well, well.
"Should you not be inside, allowing others to enjoy their vacation rather than having to suffer from your blinding white skin?" he asked, critically eyeing her from behind a pair of Persol 2244-S sunglasses and dropped a towel down on the lounge chair next to her.
She allowed herself ten seconds to just look him over. Why does he have to be so beautiful? Men shouldn't be that pretty. "I paid for my opportunity to alleviate that situation, so I'm going to enjoy it." She sipped on her drink, the taste of berries and alcohol bursting pleasantly on her tongue.
He stopped, pointedly taking a moment to refold his shirt, watching her from behind his glasses before he set his shirt down next to the lounge chair. It was more than apparent he did not have his shields raised, a wicked smile reflected back to her and he settled into the chair. Smug, naturally.
She pushed her sunglasses up on her nose and settled back into her chair. "Come, sit, enjoy the scenery. The cabana boys are exceptional." She'd be civil if it killed her. Besides, he was marginally less annoying today. Or she was getting used to him.
"What you mean is you must come this far in order to find a man that will touch you?" he asked, casually glancing over at her before he sat up. Drawing his hair back with his glasses, Manuel pulled out the lotion and began to apply it to his face.
A low buzzing filled her ears and she wondered at it for a moment before she realized that her teeth were grinding. She took another guzzle of her drink to regain her cool. "Yes, one wonders how you brought yourself to put your hands all over me, even for show."
He ran the lotion the length of his arms, his thighs, his legs and lastly, he offered the bottle to her, cocking a brow with a devilish grin adorning his flawless features. "Would you?" he asked, once again, ignoring her quips.
Tabs' eyes turned heavenward. "Did Clarice make a wrong turn? Did she aim for Grand Cayman and somehow we ended up in hell?" she asked the sky.
"At least I am not hairy," Manuel shot back, casually flipping his sunglasses back down. "Would you feel more at home if you ran it over my Pene?" Of course, he was just joking.
Without a pause to be grateful he'd misinterpreted her plea, Tabitha stood. Quite deliberately and with great malice, she upended her fruity, sticky, icy drink in Manuel's lap.
He supposed he deserved that. Manuel grabbed his cane and dropped the lotion container. Immediately as he stood, he grabbed her legs, shoulder to her stomach and lifted her over his shoulder. It was a strain against his back and he made a face as he did it but he still did it. "My god woman, you are as heavy as you look." And just for that, he took three steps towards the pool and dropped her in it. Much to the relief of his back.
Tabitha went into the water with a shriek of outrage. She darted back up out of the water, hand extended. She yanked on Manuel's cane, toppling him into the pool next to her.
"Tabi--"Manuel hissed before he was in the water and broke the surface, scowling after he spit the water out of his mouth. Immediately he fetched his cane and set it out of the water.
She slicked her hair out of her face. "Don't tell me you didn't see that coming?" she asked, splashing water at him.
"I did and sadly, like a helpless cripple, I fell for it." He did not splash her back. "Or perhaps I simply wanted to see a close up of how well your bathing suit clings to your skin." He grinned behind his spotted wet sunglasses.
Tabitha stared at him stiffly. "You are the king of mixed messages." She whirled away as fast as the chest-deep water would let her. "Do me a favor and quit practicing on me!"
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