In Too Deep(3)

I turned my head and saw a guy standing there. Handsome wouldn’t even begin to describe him, he was seriously like a walking, breathing cover model. He fit in well with the crowd here. Maybe a shade over six feet, tall with blonde hair and bright blue eyes on a face that looked like it was crafted by a Renaissance artist, he had a body that was breathtaking. I swear I could count the muscles in his stomach and I’d be happy to count them over and over.

"Um, yeah," I replied, feeling like a total idiot. "Thanks."

He nodded and gave me a smile that looked like he was trying to get me to ask him to sit down. I thought I was being delusional, guys like this showing interest in me only happened in my dreams. After a few seconds, his smile kind of faltered and he shifted from side to side. “All right, well, if you're sure, I'll see you around."

He turned to walk away, when for some reason I sat up, my mouth opening. "Wait! What's your name?"

He turned and gave me another heart-stopping smile. “Cameron Swagger. I didn’t get your name either.”

"Melina Browder," I replied. "It was nice to meet you, Cam."

He turned back looked around. "Thanks. Hey, I know this is strange, but I'm kind of alone here, and was wondering . . . would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

I blinked in surprise, then nodded. "I'd like that."

“How’s six sound?” Cam replied. “Give my room a call and we’ll set it up. I'm in room 275."

"Two seven five. Got it."





Chapter 2





Cameron




I felt uncharacteristically nervous after leaving Melina on the beach. I mean, it wasn’t like me at all. It was like she cast a spell over me. Her hair was kind of short, and she had just enough meat on her bones. She looked like a real woman, something I could appreciate.

Leaving Melina, I walked further down the beach, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my shoulders. I'd spent too many years in cold, dreary places that didn't get enough sunshine. But this was perfect. I'd been at the resort for a few days and had enjoyed myself completely.

I headed down to the water, which lapped at the beach gently. The Caribbean doesn't create waves like the big oceans, so I was able to wade through knee deep water with little to disturb me.

As I walked, I felt someone following me, and I turned, hoping it was Melina. Unfortunately, it was the blonde girl from the pair who'd been heckling her. She was wearing a tiny bikini that left little to the imagination. "Hey."

"Hey," I said, turning away. I'm not a rude person by nature, but I didn't want her to have any impression that I was interested. Apparently my action was misunderstood. That or the girl didn't have any familiarity with being rejected. I’d bet on the latter.

Unfortunately, I forgot one of the first rules of the so-called pickup laws, which is ignore that which you want to attract. The girl followed me, splashing through the water to catch up to me. "My name’s Tiffany," she said, giving my arm a touch. "My friend and I were kind of wondering if you'd like to have a drink."

I glanced over and had my suspicions confirmed as it was the same girl that I'd seen her with before. She’d been here about as long as I had I think. I’d seen her around. From what I could tell, she was here to see if she could engage in enough debauchery to make a porn star blush. Obviously, Tiffany was here for the same purpose.

"No thanks," I said dismissively. “I’d prefer to keep my kidneys."

Tiffany laughed at my joke, which wasn't as much of a joke as I'd let on, and grabbed my bicep. "Come on, stud. You can get yourself some stories to tell the boys back at work."

I turned and fixed Tiffany with a withering stare. “Look, I’m normally not the rude type, but you don’t seem to be getting the message so I’ll try it a different way,” I said softly, pulling my arm out of her grip. "I wouldn’t let my dick anywhere within ten feet of your diseased, stretched out bodies if aliens invaded and you two were the only chance we had for repopulating the human race."

Tiffany's face went from shock to sullenness to rage in the course of about five seconds. She probably didn't get rejected often, and I doubt anyone had the guts to say something to her like I just did. She was certainly a country-club type girl, whose father probably allowed her to want for nothing. "What are you, some f*cking faggot?"

I ignored her and walked away, heading out of the water. She hurled insults at my back, the usual litany of a spoiled child who didn't get her way, but I didn't really notice the diatribe except for the splash of cool water across my back. "Fucking prick!”

Making my way up the beach, I exchanged amused glances with the staffer I passed. He’d seen it all and just shook his head. I guess at a resort with a new reputation for being a bit wild and sexy, he'd seen a lot.

Checking out a cruiser bike from the shack, I decided to do a quick couple of miles around the island. While the total amount of tracks was probably less than three-quarters of a mile total, the island did have a large hill that dominated most of the terrain. Going up that thing was a great way to get my heart pumping, and after about forty minutes or so of going up the hill, cruising down and circling back around, I was feeling good about things.