I've got nothing against resorts, but I don't like not having anything to do. I love taking action on business deals and get super hyped when I know I've won a negotiation. This right here is boring. I hit the up button on the treadmill so that it increases the incline.
I don't know if this thing is capable of helping me release all the stress that I'm carrying. I've been running for half an hour and I think I'll go for at least an hour more. Back home, I just go to Central Park and run to my heart's content every single morning that I can.
The weight machines stare back at me and I realize I might have to pump some iron as well to get rid of the knot at the back of my head. I love my job. I don't want to be on vacation right now. I don't break my rhythm, though, and keep on jogging until I feel properly drained.
This addiction to work began early on when I was in college and started doing well. With every achievement, I just pushed harder and took on more demanding roles until I got my first position as CEO. After that, I started creating companies that sold for billions.
One after another, I created them, built them to peak performance, and then sold them for more profit than any man could wish for. They don't call me the man with the Midas touch for nothing.
While other colleagues went on to get married and have families, I just kept on making money, and it felt good.Somehow, I think I've lost sight of what's important. I haven't even dated in the past five years, which is sad. After I finish my run, I do several sets on the weight machines that are available and the free weights.
Once I'm exhausted, I go take advantage of the sauna. Whatever I didn't get rid of in the exercise room, will be wrung out of me in the steam room. When I'm in there, I make a decision. I'll take a nap, and tonight I'll go down to the fancy bar they have here and see if there are any interesting people around.
Making that decision took me longer than it takes for me to decide to start another profitable business. Hopefully, it will have a positive result as well.
Chapter 3
Kimber
The nap I took this afternoon was amazing. I feel energized and eager to live life to the fullest. Haven't I been doing that already? Perhaps not. I had no sex life with David and I settled into the idea that we did not have a high sexual drive.
I look at myself in the mirror and see that I have some curves that shape my body and make it look voluptuous and sexy. I just don't remember a man looking at me with hunger in his eyes. Maybe it's time to change that. I open my suitcase and start rummaging through the interior, trying to find some of the dresses I had packed for the trip.
The red dress calls to me immediately. I remember showing it to David and him saying I looked too big for it. The truth is, thedress made me feel special and sexy, which is why ultimately I bought it and packed it. I place it gently on the bed and go take a cool shower.
The heat on this island is high, and I'm not used to sweating this much. The night has brought lower temperatures, however. The shower in this suite is huge, and I enjoy the cool water sluicing down my body. Why is life so complicated? Why did this have to happen to me?
I push the negative thoughts away from my brain and finish my shower. I dry my hair with the blow dryer they have in the bathroom and once again review my reflection in the mirror. I know I'm beautiful, and I hate that this thing with David has made me doubt it.
That is the last thing I need. For my mind to collapse on me and to get into a deep depression. Been there, done that, thank you very much. I walk into the bedroom and start to get dressed. The dress fits my curves perfectly, and I feel sexier than I have in a long time.
Now comes the hard part. I need to get myself to the bar downstairs. No one will see the dress if I'm hiding up here in my suite. I want people's attention to be on me tonight as I show all of us that I matter. Being left at the altar is something that happened to me, not who I am.
I move my hand through the soft fabric of the dress, thinking of men's eyes on me. I've avoided sexy dresses like this one for a reason. That reason no longer exists. I take the clutch purse I brought with me and put in my lipstick and my room key.
The heels I'm wearing are the highest I have and make my legs look fantastic. I check myself once more in the mirror and decide I'm ready for tonight. Leaving my room is not as easy as I thought it would be, but my confidence grows with every step I take towards the hotel bar.
I didn't check the bar when I arrived, so it's a surprise that it looks so modern and city like, even though it's a resort bar. I walk in and choose a table where I can see and be seen by others. The place is half full, but it's only eight o'clock in the evening.
I'm approached by a male server that gives me the drink menu with a smile. I smile back as practice. It's been so long since I flirted with a man that my game might be rusted through. That is if I had any to begin with. I decide to go for something brazen. A sex on the beach.
Who knows, maybe I'll have some of that on this trip. When my drink is served, I take little sips of it. I don't really want to get drunk. I just want the rush of having drinks with someone and maybe practice my flirting. In between sips, I people-watch the folks who are in the bar.
After a while I realize that I'm bored. Everyone seems to be with someone else already. Of course, this is a couples retreat and everyone comes already coupled. Realizing this I wonder if I should just drink up the rest of my sex on the beach, and go upstairs to watch a movie.
I'm about to take a gulp from my drink when I see a gorgeous silver fox enter the bar. He leans towards the bartender and asks for something, then moves to the opposite side of the room and sits down facing the floor and me.
The moment we make eye contact it's as if thunder has struck. He's gorgeous, virile, and looks good enough to eat. I lick my lips as he's staring at me and give him a small smile. I don't want to think I'd do anything to fuck him, but hell, yes I'd do anything to fuck him.
A server drops his drink in front of him, and he takes a small sip. He looks around the bar, and then his eyes come back to me. I give him another smile, making it known I like him too. This time we stare deep into each other's eyes, and I don't back down for anything.
He smiles at me as if I won this game of chicken we had between us and gets up taking his drink with him. I don't realize he's coming over towards me until he's halfway here. I start to panic, but something makes me stay still and wait for him to come to me.
Once he's standing in front of me, I can tell how ruggedly handsome he is. I wait for him to make the first move, and he does.
"Is this seat taken?"
"Who is asking?"
