“Deal. No work talk.” Lisa raised a brow at Marcy. “Are you ready for the party? I imagine you’ve kept your plans free tonight in case you get lucky?”
Marcy shot her a mischievous grin. “Naturally. I don’t make a habit of bringing women home, but since the majority of them will be sharing hotel rooms, I did change my bedsheets and gave my caravan a good scrub.”
“Your caravan?” Lisa frowned. “I didn’t know you lived in a caravan.”
“Yeah, well, you never asked me if I lived in a caravan.”
Lisa threw her head back and laughed. “I just mean that it’s unusual, especially for someone who I imagine earns good money. So where is this caravan of yours?”
“It’s standing on a small plot in a residential park mainly occupied by retired pensioners.”
Lisa laughed even harder now. “You’re not even joking, are you?”
“Nope. I live in a caravan, and I love it. Love the park, love my neighbours and I even love the chores they make me do on a daily basis. But it’s not forever. In fact—” Marcy stopped herself then, conscious she might say something to provoke further questions. Not long now, and then she could show everyone her dream home. But not yet.
“In fact, what?”
“Nothing.” Marcy was grateful they’d arrived at Paradise Hotel and pointed to Lisa’s bag as she got out of the car. “Why don’t you go and get changed? I’ll wait for you at the bar.” She thanked the driver and headed straight in, smiling as she took in the festivities.So many women.Looks were cast her way and she said hello to a few local women she recognised. She’d slept with most of them and hadn’t returned their calls, so she hoped they wouldn’t start talking to each other and gang up on her. The vibe was nothing but cheerful, though, and she doubted anyone would want to argue on a beautiful day like today.
At the opposite end of the pool was a stage with a DJ booth and women were dancing in and around the pool. Clad mostly in bikinis, rainbow garlands, shorts, and other skimpy cover-ups, it was a feast for Marcy’s eyes. She found two stools at the bar from where she had a good view over the premises and sat down. The barman was busy, but she was in no rush to get a drink because at the other end of the pool was a woman with a short black bob dancing so seductively that she couldn’t take her eyes off her. She had her back to Marcy, the pink bikini and matching sarong barely covering her behind as she shimmied her shoulders and shook and rolled her hips with a cocktail in one hand. A rainbow garland was sitting on the crown of her head, and she stopped dancing for a moment to talk to another woman.Girlfriend perhaps?No, the other woman was holding hands with someone else, and they were looking pretty loved-up. She hadn’t even seen the woman’s face, but she was completely taken by the sensual way she moved.I bet she moves like that in bed…
“How do I look?” Lisa appeared by her side, pulling Marcy out of her fantasies. Her sleeveless blouse, skirt and heels had been replaced by a bikini and tiny shorts and she was barefoot with a selection of rainbow bracelets dangling on her wrist and ankle. She reached for a flamingo straw from a jar on the bar and grinned as she stuck it behind her ear.
“If I were Stella, I’d be worried,” Marcy joked.
Lisa shook her head and laughed as she glanced around. “I think it’s them who should be worried about you instead,” Lisa shot back at her. “My God, I’ve never seen so many rainbows in my life.”
“Fuck the rainbows, I’ve never seen so many cute women in my life,” Marcy said. “Thanks for bringing me.”
“You’re welcome. Thought you could do with a break after all the hard work. You never seem to stop.” Lisa studied the drinks menu. “How about a unicorn?”
“A unicorn sounds good.” Marcy smiled when her object of desire started dancing again. “I may need some liquid courage to approach that hot girl over there.”
16
“It’s so nice to see you all loved-up.” Zoe smiled from Sara to her girlfriend and back. “You two are adorable together.” She was glad she’d let Sara convince her to come along today as she hadn’t had so much fun in a long time. She’d forgotten how much she loved to dance and hadn’t been able to stand still since they’d arrived. The cocktails had given her a nice buzz, the music was just perfect, she was having a blast catching up with her old friends and the weather was sunny and pleasant for October.
“Thank you, I think so too,” Sara said with a beaming smile. “And my eagle eyes are on high alert. As promised, I’m going to find you a hot date before the day is over.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard,” Sara’s girlfriend said. “That woman over there at the bar is checking you out. She’s very attractive.”
“Who?” Zoe turned around to face the bar on the opposite end of the pool and her stomach did a flip when her eyes met Marcy’s. “Fuck…” She was sitting next to Lisa and looked equally surprised to see her.
“What?” Sara chuckled. “Do you two know each other?”
“Ehm… yes. Sort of.” Zoe swallowed hard. “And she’s the last person on earth I’d be interested in.” As she said it, her body told her the exact opposite. Heat spread through her and memories of their night together so many years ago flooded her mind. The night that had meant nothing to Marcy and so much to her. Marcy had hurt her deeply back then, yet Zoe had no control over her reaction. The longing ache she felt was a sweet torture, promising nothing but trouble. Nothing but pain.
“Who is she?”
“I know her,” one of their friends who had listened in on the conversation said. “I think her name is Marcy. She’s a total lothario.”
“That’s an understatement,” Zoe mumbled, still processing the fact that Marcy and Lisa were here.
“Well, from the looks of it, she’s already bagged herself a blonde,” Sara said.
“No, that’s the project manager at the hotel I work at.” Lisa waved at Zoe, and she waved back. She let out a long sigh and patted Sara’s shoulder. “I’d better go over and say hi; it would be rude not to.” As she crossed the poolside and approached the bar, she noticed Marcy hadn’t taken her eyes off her for a second and the expression of shock on her face was almost comical.
“Hi, Lisa,” she said, then gave Marcy a subtle nod. “Hello.”
