Cassie
Cassie woke up with a headache the size of New York.
Luckily, it was just New York City-sized and not the entire state, but still a pretty horrific headache. The only reason it wasn't worse was the two glasses of water Wyatt had her drink at the bar as well as the one before bed.
She didn't remember much about coming back to her room, but she did remember that she needed to drink a glass of water. It was one of the very few things that she remembered.
“Did I really do that?” she asked the empty room.
She groaned as she remembered sliding the sexy bartender her room number. Her head ached, and her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. It took more effort than she expected to roll over and check the little alarm clock to see what time it was.
A little after ten in the morning.
Not only had she gotten drunk, propositioned a bartender and failed, but she had also slept in.
Brianna would be so proud of her.
There was a soft knock on the door.
“I don't need any housekeeping!” Cassie yelled, but it came out more like a croak. She needed another glass of water and a new head. This one hurt too much.
The door cracked open.
“No housekeeping!” Cassie called out again.
“I need to grab my swimsuit,” Brianna said through the crack in the door. "Is it safe to come in, or can you just hand me my suitcase?"
“You can come in,” Cassie told her. “I'm all by myself.”
Cassie heard the Brianna push the door open further and then the soft thump as it shut behind her.
“Are you hungover?” Brianna asked upon seeing Cassie still in bed.
“Maybe.”
“You are!” Brianna clapped her hands with joy. “I'm so proud of you!”
“You're proud of me having a raging headache and feeling like I want to puke?”
“Yup.” Brianna grinned at her. Cassie pulled the pillow up and over her face.
“I want to hear all about it,” Brianna said, sitting on the foot of Cassie's bed. When Cassie didn't say anything, Brianna poked her foot until she groaned.
“If you get me a water and some aspirin, I will tell you.” Cassie's voice was muffled by the pillow.
“Done.” Brianna got up, pulled a tepid Gatorade from the mini-fridge and a bottle of painkillers from her own bag. She unscrewed the lid and handed the bottle to Cassie.
Cassie slowly sat up and took the pain meds with a sip of Gatorade. It felt good on her throat. Thank god Wyatt had gotten some water into her last night. Now that she was sitting with some liquid in her hands, she didn't feel as bad as she had been afraid she would.
“So?” Brianna bounced on the edge of the bed like a little kid.
“So, his name's Wyatt.” Cassie took another sip of Gatorade. “I totally embarrassed myself. I gave him my room number, and he didn't take it.”
“Seriously? That jerk.” Brianna crossed her arms. “I'd have taken it.”
“No, I think it's actually good,” Cassie said thoughtfully. “I was pretty wasted. He wants to meet me for lunch.”
“Wait, you didn't say anything about lunch.” Brianna's anger dropped and was quickly replaced by a smile. “You have a date!”
“I guess I do,” Cassie replied slowly. Her eyes went wide. “What the heck am I going to wear? What if he doesn't like sober me? What if I embarrass myself again?”
“First, you'll wear the blue sundress we got yesterday. Second, if he liked drunk you, he'll adore sober you. And third, who cares?” Brianna asked. “He's one guy on an island you won't be back on for a long time.”
Cassie considered that for a moment. Brianna was right of course, but the nervous butterflies and tightness in her chest didn't really let up. She liked Wyatt. The alcohol had undoubtedly helped her confidence, but she'd felt comfortable around him. She'd actually flirted with him. It was some of her best flirting if she did say so herself.
It didn't say much for her skills that she knew it was terrible. She'd made jokes about screaming orgasms and sex on the beach. It was low hanging fruit, but it had made him laugh.
That laugh was the thing that had her getting out of bed. The way he smiled at her, his green eyes full of light. He'd made her feel beautiful. Even if he'd turned her down.
“Okay. Blue dress. Strappy sandals. They're feminine, but not slutty. And they're easy to walk in.” Brianna went to the closet and started pulling things out. “Sexy undies. You can pick those out.”
Cassie sipped on the Gatorade but otherwise didn't move.
“You should probably shower, too,” Brianna said, crinkling her nose. “You smell like fruity booze.”
Cassie gave her a slow blink.
“I mean, I guess he's a bartender. Maybe he's into that kind of thing.” Brianna shrugged and managed to dodge the pillow Cassie lobbed at her head.
With a groan, Cassie swung her feet off the bed. She was definitely hungover, but the Gatorade was helping. She was still wearing her cherry sundress from the night before. It was all wrinkled now, and there was something pink spilled down the front.
Cassie turned on the shower and ran cold water in the sink to soak her dress. She hoped the stain hadn't set. She was rather fond of the cherry dress. It was her brave, fun, flirty dress now. Even if she never wore it out again, just knowing it was in her closet would give her confidence.
She'd been flirty and carefree once. She could do it again.
The hot shower water felt like life flowing back into her, and when she emerged twenty minutes later, her skin was pink, and she actually felt a little hungry. It was a freaking miracle, and one that Cassie wasn't about to waste.
Brianna had left her blue sundress out on the bed. Hotel stationery sat next to the dress with Brianna's curly, loopy handwriting.
Have fun. Be crazy. The room is all yours for the rest of the day!
PS. Bachelorette party tonight! Don't be late!
Cassie shook her head and slid into the silky blue dress. The fabric hung to her curves and felt see-through. Brianna had assured her that it was not see-through under various lights, but Cassie still felt naked.
She brushed her hair and let it air dry while she put on a light layer of makeup. Just some smoothing sunscreen, mascara and eyeliner. And a little lip gloss. Lip gloss with color was always a good touch. It was also one of the few makeups encouraged by corporate.
Cassie finished three minutes before she needed to leave in order to get to the Cantina by noon.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, making sure the dress really was opaque and that her mascara was in place.
“You can do this. You are fun. You are cute. You are sexy,” she told her reflection. Her stomach was twisting, and it had nothing to do with the drinks from last night. She was nervous. “If it's awful, you leave and never see him again. No one is judging you here.”
She took a deep breath, put her room key in a small beach bag, and headed down to the Castaway Cantina. It was almost noon.
Cassie walked quicker the closer she got. What if he didn't show up? What if he wasn't so attractive without two glasses of wine in her? What if he realized just how boring and old she was?What if she had said something super dumb while drunk?Cassie tried not to think about it. She told herself not to worry. There was no real consequence here. Unlike at home where she had her job, her reputation, and her hotel's reputation all on the line. This was her chance to try something new. She didn't have to be perfect here. She could be human.Castaway Cantina came into view. It was a small building with large open windows to let in the sea air. It was a buffet style eating area with seats both inside and outside. The atmosphere was relaxed and soft music played overhead.Cassie checked her watch. It was ten seconds past noon.She didn't see him in the restaurant. She didn't see him walking up the path or sitting at a chair near the entrance. He wasn't here.She tried to tell her self that
WyattWyatt couldn't believe he'd turned her down. Again. She'd offered him another chance in her bed, and he'd said no. That he wanted to wait.He was an idiot.His body wanted her. He'd been glad that the table hid his obvious attraction to her. She was made for loving with her soft curves and warm smile. Today's dress was worse for his self-control than yesterday's dress. The dress was practically see-through, and he kept staring, hoping that he'd catch a glance of something.It was a beautiful kind of torture.And then she'd offered herself to him — screaming orgasms in her room.Usually, after a suggestion like that, he would be the one dragging the girl up the stairs to her room. But those dates always ended with him leaving before she fell asleep. He didn't remember their names. They blurred together. While fun, they went quickly. They didn't mean anything to him.He didn't want Cassie to blur. He wanted her to remain crisp and perfect in his memory. He wanted to take his time.
WyattHer lips pressed together, and her eyes were full of nervousness as she waited for him to respond. He could tell she wasn't used to being the one to initiate. If anything, the fact that she would do something so far out of her comfort level made it clear how much she liked him.She swallowed hard, still waiting for his reaction.“I think we have more time than that,” he said, reaching a hand out and cupping his fingers around the back of her neck. Slowly, he pulled her to him, giving her a real kiss this time.Her lips tasted of the drink and her own blend of sweetness. He teased her closed lips with his tongue, and slowly she opened to him. Her soft moan sent shivers of desire down his spine that had him wishing they had a bed and not just a sandy beach with a towel.He pulled back to see her sitting in the sand with her eyes closed. Her cheeks flushed such a pretty shade of pink, and her chest heaved up and down.Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with thos
WyattThe jet-ski guy was not pleased with Wyatt for being so late. Luckily, it was nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little bit of money and a promise to never do it again. It was a false promise, and they both knew it. Wyatt always did it again.Wyatt headed back down the path through the pool area toward the employee locker room. There, he would change into his dark polo shirt and khaki slacks work outfit and head to the bar for his upcoming shift.His phone chirped in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a message from his boss.Scheduling change. See the front desk.Wyatt groaned. Scheduling changes were never good. It usually meant he had to change to the pool bar. He liked working at the tiki bar or the lobby. He didn't like working the pool bar nearly as much because all his tips came back wet. He didn't need the tips, but carrying wet money around was never pleasant.He veered from his course, changing direction to head to the front desk rather than the employee area.
Cassie“Not bad,” Brianna said, looking around the bar. “Not bad at all.”Cassie had to agree. The Oceanside bar was nice. They had a private table off to the side of the room with the bar to themselves. There was a window with seating looking out over the ocean and a small dance floor off to the side. It wasn't much, but it would be a fun place to dance later. There was a karaoke machine as well, but Cassie was hoping they didn't bring it out tonight.“I wish we could have gotten the private table at the Platinum Club, but they were all booked,” Janessa said, looking around with just a hint of disappointment. “This will work though. This will be fun.”“Damn straight,” Brianna replied. “We're going to have a blast.”Cassie nodded in agreement, raising her glass of water to clink with Janessa's fruity cocktail. It was then that Brianna crowned Janessa with a crown made of penises.“Is it 'penises' or 'pensisi'? Or maybe 'penii'?” Janessa wondered, sipping on her second drink. She had a
CassieAunt Suzette sang in a key generally reserved for cats in heat.The bar sang along, belting out the warbles and key changes along with Whitney Houston. Cassie would never hear “I Will Always Love You” the same way ever again. The song would forever be about tonight.Cassie was having a blast.The music was loud, the drinks strong, and the people fun. Everyone was singing and dancing under the glittering disco lights of the karaoke bar. Color and laughter filled the room.“Time for blow-jobs!” Wyatt yelled from the bar. The women all turned and grinned.Wyatt had eight shot glasses filled with liquor and topped with a healthy dose of whipped cream. He'd been calling out dirty shots all night. So far they'd had sex on the beach, banana “dick”uiri, buttery nipples, and a pink climax.Every one of them had been delicious, but Cassie was careful only to take half the shot. She was still embarrassed by the last time she'd had too much to drink.“So, the rule here is no hands,” Wyatt
CassieWyatt pinned her in the elevator and kissed her hard enough to make her dizzy with lust. The bell dinged her floor and they staggered out into the empty hallway. He kissed her as they stumbled down the hallway to her room and it was pure skill that she opened her hotel room door without needing to look.The room was dark as they tumbled inside, mouths pressed together. She wanted to rip his shirt off and if there were a way to be instantly naked, she would have done it.“Here's my room,” she whispered, feeling like she should say something now that they were here.Wyatt just chuckled, the sound low and throaty, before kissing her again.The back of the bed bumped against her legs and Cassie looked up into Wyatt's green eyes, her breathing coming hard and fast. He looked back at her with lust and desire. He wanted her. It was the biggest ego boost Cassie had ever felt. This stud muffin of a man, with his beachy hair and beautiful body, wanted her.She swallowed hard, and the cor
WyattWyatt woke with the morning sun like he usually did. The early morning light flickered through the windows and stopped his dreams. Just like every morning, he wished he'd closed the curtains better. He sat up and glared at the offending light.Except, he wasn't in his bungalow. He wasn't home. He was in bed with Cassie.He blinked twice, looking around the room and remembering where he was. He'd slept so well he'd assumed he was home. The sleep had been deep and restful. Even though it was just after dawn, he felt ready to take on the day.Cassie shifted in her sleep beside him. She was so beautiful in the morning light. Her dark hair splashed against the crisp white linen, and she looked utterly kissable. He knew she was still completely naked under the sheet, and despite the fact they'd gone twice last night, he already felt like he could go for a third.She was just that attractive to him. She made him feel twenty years younger.But, he didn't want to wake her either. She loo