“I’m good with whatever. Just glad to be here.” Liam almost forgot to put his sunglasses back in his pocket. It had been bright on the plane after they finally took off late due to a sudden storm over Mexico, but by the time they landed here, the sun was mostly gone. Acts of god, like the weather, did not get guests arefund on any part of their trip. Liam accepted this back in LA with grace. They all had to.
But it also meant that guys like Randall needed someone to chat with for eight hours.
They were both staying in the hotel, although Liam longingly looked at the humble cottages as they passed between them and the pool area. Sounds of a tropical party wafted over.That’s my speed.Liam had hoped to get there earlier enough to strip down to a bathing suit and hang out in the humid night with some beautiful Butterflies in their string bikinis. He liked a good public show, so if people wanted to get it on in the water or in the cabanas, he was game.
But those fantasies were put on hold. By the time he got checked in at the hotel and shown to his suite, he’d barely have enough time to hit up the downstairs bar before the main events were over for the night. Sure, there were places to find sweet Butterflies – and he would – until about midnight, but he liked to be up early. And to socialize with strangers and friends alike. And he was hungry.
His stomach even growled when it was his turn to check in, Randall waving at him after he already spotted a Butterfly with legs for days at the bar. She wore both a red and a blue wristband around her wrist.Oh la la.She was speaking Liam’s kinky language.So mad I’m missing the party.Maybe he could arrange for her to come up to his room, though. He did like to go after others…
And he wasn’t shy. Which was why he made no qualms about asking the concierge a few questions that she stoically responded to.
“Any other events tonight?”
“Afraid not, sir. If you’d like, we can have someone sent up to your room later, although the cutoff for specific requestsended at six. You can find out how to make a request and other reservations in your welcome packet.”
Yes, he knew how to do that. He had done it plenty of times in previous seasons. “Great. Ah, besides the big group party on Sunday night…” He lowered his voice. The concierge did not lean in. “Don’t suppose you’ve got a gangbang night happening.”
She barely blinked as she pulled something up on her computer. “Tomorrow evening, there will be two Butterflies participating in separate suites. I can put you on the list and have the details under your door tomorrow.”
Such service.“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
“You can also check off whatever you like in your welcome packet and slip it in your mail slot for a hostess to pick up in the morning.”
“You guys have thought of everything. Now, is it too late to order dinner to my room, or is the bar my only recourse?”
He received his room key and a map to the elevators with a confirmation that his lobster dinner would be delivered shortly. Only when he entered the elevator, with its mirrored walls and soft music, did he let himself sigh.
Go on, tell every woman on the island you like some group activities…In the past, it was his way of collecting people to party with. Now that he was in his mid-30s, Liam was already tired from thinking about it. Horny, but tired.Is this what he used to mean about getting older?Great. Instead of thinking about all the hot and ready women on the island, it was a guy’s face in his head. One sounding like an old curmudgeon who hadn’t had fun in years.
Nothing killed the mood faster than that.
Liam itched to get out there once he finished unpacking and eating his dinner. He perused the packet, but the thought of having some ornery supervisor pick out a girl for him to spend some time with before bed wasn’t as fun as meeting one for himself. Even if it was in a controlled situation like La Mariposa always orchestrated.
But it was so late! Nearly ten, with most of the other guests already turning in for the night or having private parties in their suites. The Low Light party was long over. The only girls currently still on assignment somewhere were either in the bar, or…
He looked again at the list of scheduled events. The public showers by the spa ran every night. While it wasn’t his favorite, it also wasn’t awful. It carried the random thrill he liked while also offering some breathing room. Everything was guaranteed. All he had to do was show up.
Well, he hadn’t showered yet.
In nothing but his boxers and hotel robe and slippers, Liam headed down to the spa. At that time of night, most of the hallway lights were dimmed, so he couldn’t make out the faces of anyone he passed. And they couldn’t make out his.
But it was quiet. Private. The kind of thing La Mariposa excelled at, for better or worse.
A hostess in a black silk robe sat outside the shower area. She glanced up at Liam as he approached.
“Not too late, am I?”
Without a word, she took his guest card, tucking her hair behind her ear as she cross-referenced something on a paper sheet. “Brim is available in Room 3.” She handed him back his card, as well as a key attached to a large piece of white acrylic.Brim, huh?Liam should have taken a harder look at the book in his room. He might have remembered who Brim was.Butthe surprise is half the fun.“No need to exchange the passcode. She’ll be ready for you, sir.”
That’s what I like to hear.Granted, she’d probably already be naked when he got there, taking away the thrill of undressing a woman for their first time, but whatever. He’d somehow live.
Chapter 5
Eden
The hot water had felt amazing at first, especially after how sweaty she had been from the party. Yet after about thirty minutes of no one coming by, Eden shut off the showerhead if only to keep from pruning – and to preserve water, she supposed.
This is really a fetish for some people, huh?These private shower stalls that connected to the hallway via an equally private corridor were decked out for comfort. Between the state-of-the-art detachable showerhead, the wide bench, the heated floors outside of the shower, and all of the hygiene products and razors a person of privilege could ask for, it was hard to believe that this was primarily constructed forsex.
