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A man hasn’t graced my bed in several years even though there are plenty of takers. That’s what men are, takers. I can’t be bothered. There are plenty of other ways to find satisfaction. Mine sits in my nightstand and doesn’t talk back when I want to come.
The worst part of my trip to Gili Lankanfushi is the flight. Many hours on the plane has my muscles aching, even with the comfortable seats in first class. The weather was perfect when I disembarked at Male International Airport, sunny with not a trace of a cloud in the sky.
A white limo was waiting for me at the curb after I retrieved my suitcase. I was out of work mode and dressed casually in a flowing green pastel dress. It fluttered in the gentle breeze as the driver opened the door for me. I breathed a sigh of relief as we pulled away from the curb, happy to be in what I considered paradise. The drive to the resort only took fifteen minutes, and there, staff greeted me at the entrance to the villas where I would be staying.
“Miss Stone, pleasure to see you back.”
Anaan, a short Indian man with thinning black hair transported me and my bags to the villa in a three-seat golf cart. He serviced my villa when I was here last January and the January before that.
I yawned, tired from the hours on the plane. “Thank you, Anaan. It’s lovely to be back. Is the weather good for the next few days?”
He nodded, standing with his hands folded in front of him. “Yes, beautiful according to the reports. I hope you had a nice trip.”
I gave another yawn, placing my hand over my mouth. “It was long, but I have almost two weeks to recuperate.”
“Do you need instructions on anything?”
“No, thank you.”
“Zeena will be taking over from me in three hours at five. She’ll take your dinner order.”
“Perfect.”
He nodded again and exited through the heavy wooden door. After he shut it, I looked around the large thatched roof hut which sat above the water on thick pilings. The place was gorgeous and the sea, turquoise blue, almost the same color as my eyes. I plopped down on the red cushioned bamboo couch and looked at the fish through the thick glass section of flooring below my feet. This was the life.
I rose to look outside and decided to change into one of my bikinis and lie in the hammock suspended over the water. I’d brought several, for each day of the week and settled on a bright pink one which barely covered my ass. I was feeling daring the day I went out and made the purchase. I might as well try to get some color and brighten the ghostly pallor of my skin.
I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. My body was taut and athletic from many hours spent in the gym. I slathered myself with coconut scented suntan lotion and slipped on a pair of oversized sunglasses then climbed into the hammock, a contraption made of stretchy rope with the bounce of a trampoline.
The hot sun felt good on my skin, and the heat, gentle breeze, and the sound of the water lulled me to sleep. I woke an hour later moving the chaise lounge on the deck to sun my back. Splashing at the villa next door piqued my interest and I noticed a man with dark hair swimming toward his deck, his strong arms slicing through the crystal-clear water. This place was perfect for a honeymoon, and before I went back to sleep, I wondered if he was on his.
I spent the next two days lazing around dressed in minimal clothing. Bathing in the huge tub that faced the ocean was one of my favorite things to do, and I spent an hour there just before bed. I slept in the nude, stretching my body to the four corners of the king-sized bed. My skin was starting to turn golden brown from the hours sunning myself.
The man next door seemed to be alone. He too spent hours out on the open deck, reading and swimming. He was handsome and fit. It had been a long time since I was attracted or felt anything for the opposite sex. I watched him behind my dark sunglasses as a distraction from the scripts I was reading.
On the third day, I put on a pair of shorts and rode one of the bamboo bikes to the central part of the island to pick up a few supplies from the resort store. I knew I could have requested Anaan or Zeena to get them for me, but I was feeling restless. On the way back, I passed by the villa the man was occupying. He was standing out front, shirtless, wearing only a pair of light blue shorts. He grinned, showing me his straight white teeth. I pretended to ignore him by looking down at the gray deck boards below my tires.
Hours later, while I sat on the deck in the late afternoon, a splash diverted my attention to next door, and I saw the man swimming toward my deck, which made me remove my sunglasses. He popped his head up as he grasped onto the stairs, which led from the water.
I frowned as he ascended them. “Can I help you?”
He gave me a lopsided grin, “Just coming by to say hello. Permission to come up?”
I pursed my lips before I answered, sliding my sunglasses back on. “If you must.”
“You can say no.”
“Don’t you have a girlfriend to occupy?”
“I came here for peace.”
He hauled himself up the stairs and stood dripping on my deck. His body was beautiful, with well-defined abs on his sculpted torso. He was wearing the same light blue swim trunks I’d seen him in earlier in the week. They clung to his legs and framed a rather large bulge in between his legs. I was glad to be wearing sunglasses so he couldn’t see my examination.
“Can I ask why you stopped over?”
He swiped his dripping dark hair back. “I’m a little bored. I thought we could chat.”
“Chat?”
