“Mandy, this is Pat, an old friend of mine and the lead in my new TV series. Well, if it gets picked up, that is. Pat, this is Mandy.”
“Hello,” Mandy said, reaching her hand out to Pat, after first giving me a kiss on the lips and a suggestive look.
“Hello,” Pat said, suddenly looking cold. I’d gathered she wasn’t much into people who let sex rule their lives, and Mandy and I were that kind of people and she knew it. Her sunny demeanor was fading fast.
Just then I heard another voice coming from the other side of the pool.
“Jeff, darling, there you are!” A woman dressed in a bright orange bikini that left little to the imagination waved at me. It was Gemma, a woman who I occasionally had sex with when in Maui — I came here for relaxation at least three times a year. She owned the hotel and liked to live life with no attachments apart from said hotel. “I heard you were back!”
Gemma stood up and made her way over. “Introduce me to your friends!”
Pat looked between myself, Mandy and Gemma, an incredulous look forming on her face, as if to say: “I can’t believe you have two women AND are introducing them AND they’re OK with that.”
I sighed. The attraction and connection I’d felt to Pat during the day faded — this was my life. The no strings attached one. And looking at Pat, I could see that she thought exactly the same.
