I was a rich asshole, but I wasn’t one ofthosetypes.
I liked my luxury commodities as much as the next guy, but I also knew how to handle being without. I’d had a rude awakening in college when I was given the famous figure-it-the-fuck-out-on-your-own speech the second I found myself in my admission advisor’s office the second week of classes after complaining about professor biases. I figured it out fast.
Took that alumni legacy wind right out of my sails.
Lydia cleared her throat. “Well, I’m glad you brought what you needed. But don’t hesitate to go down to Guest Services if you need anything. There is always someone on duty.”
“Even if I have a midnight craving for those bread pudding squares you guys had out last night?”
Her face pinched again. “Yeah... I’m sure we can figure something out for you.”
Okay, this was officially the time to shut my trap and let our poor guide do her job without feeling the need to let me keep pestering her. A shame, really, that Blake had to ditch. Now, hewas probably going to be getting an earful once we reached base camp about how much of a high maintenance client I was.
Maybe that’d get me a swift knock at my cabin door after dinner for a little chat about guide-attendee etiquette.
Actually, I wouldn’t hate that.
Was it bad to intentionally cause trouble just to get Blake’s attention?
Or maybe that was going too far. I was letting myself get a littletoowrapped up in this fantasy, or rather, preconceived idea of the camp’s director.
All I knew about that man was he was good with banter, had a soft spot for the LGBTQ youth, and was probably a little young for running a large business like this on his own. Outside of that, he was a complete stranger. Clearly, my attraction to him was getting a little out of hand if I was letting my mind wanderthismuch.
Looking back at the group following after us, I eyed the couple I’d chatted with during our break—Luke and Aimee. They were nice, friendly and were definitely giving me the once over as soon as I stood to stretch myself after the walk. Now, I could be reading into things, but I could usually smell a pair of swingers from a mile away.
What better time to test out the ole gaydar if not to distract myself from Blake?
Thankfully,there were no burning buildings or outposts waiting for us when we got back to base camp. As disappointing as it was to find out my conspiracy theory was in fact, just that, I was also a little relieved to know I wouldn’t be getting shippedout on a bus back to Ellington Heights once the fire department gave the all-clear.
Which still left the question: where the fuck did Blake go?
At this point, I supposed it didn’t really matter. For whatever reason, he’d ditched and I’d have to deal with it. Tomorrow, I’d most likely wake up to some other camp counselor taking his place, who would no doubt also be freaked out by my motor mouth, but such was life as the life of the party.
The time to rendezvous with my suspected swinger-couple came around just after dinner service ended and the sun was beginning to set just past the mountains, creating an incredible sight of the oranges and reds of the fading rays, glowing against the lake’s rippling surface.
I had to say, Craigleith’s lake was downright fucking gorgeous. It put the one by Ellington Heights to shame by miles. With ours caught in the middle of separating two small towns, and a third by extension, the banks of it weren’t exactly made for pleasure seekers. There were small beaches here and there scattered north of our towns, but nothing likethis.
Craigleith’s lakefront wasn’t marred by the lights of a glimmering town in the distance, or the distant sounds of a speedboat or other watercraft operated by one of the spoiled rich kids who lived in Ellington Heights when daddies and mommies simply wanted the kids out of their hair.
Where the camp sat had a clear shot to Craigleith Mountain with not a single thing interrupting its magnificent view.
Fucking breathtaking. Just like that damn waterfall.
I really needed to bring Silas and Avery out here. I couldn’t live with myself if I hogged this hidden gem all to myself.
“Hey, Marlow.” Turning to the sound of my name, I spotted Aimee walking toward me, a sway in her hips. “You going to join us at the bonfire later?”
Code for:you’re going to come back to our cabin afterward, right?
Honestly, I was on the money. However, we were definitely going to need some ground rules laid out before any kind of swords touched. Namely in the form of no swords and sheaths touching. I was all about celebrating female divinity and the delicate nature of the opposite sex, however my dick wasn’t exactly in agreement to that same admiration.
Embarrassing myself with a rapidly deflating boner the second poor Aimee got undressed and wagged her finger at me to come fuck her wasn’t exactly my idea of a nightcap. Especially, if her husband was laid out on the bed looking like a fucking snack and a half and my divining rod suddenly sprung back to life.
“Yeah, definitely.” I shot her a wink. “I’ll see what kind of treats I can sneak out of the mess hall. I’ve got an in with one of the cooks. I heard they’ve got a ton of whipped cream back there for those bread pudding squares.”
She giggled. “Sounds good. We’ll see you soon.”
As she sauntered off, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, her hips swaying just as much as they did when she first approached me. An obvious show of what she was offering me. Too bad I wasn’t a man of both interests. Aimee was beautiful and clearly ready to get down the second I dropped my drawers.
