Page 51 of Under Her

I pick them up and hand Morgan hers. She doesn’t say a word. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time she spoke. I’m starting to wonder if her voice has stopped working, which wouldn’t be an entirely bad thing.

“Also, here is a map of the hotel.” The receptionist lays it out on the counter. “This is where your bungalows are.” She taps to a point on the map. “Just follow the path out of here, and you’ll find them, no problem. Chula has taken your luggage straight to your bungalows, so they will be there, waiting for you.”

“Thanks,” I say, picking up the map.

“Do the rooms have air-conditioning?” Morgan asks the receptionist.

So, her voice is still working. Shame.

“Yes. The bungalows are all fitted with air-conditioning.”

“Do the bungalows have Wi-Fi?” I ask.

“Yes. You can access Wi-Fi anywhere on the hotel grounds. Here is the Wi-Fi address and password.” She hands me a slip of paper, which I pocket.

“Thanks,” I say.

“Enjoy your stay with us.”

Yeah, I’m sure it’s going to be a blast.

Morgan walks out first, and I follow behind. We walk in silence to our bungalows.

When we reach them, Morgan unlocks the door to her bungalow. She walks inside and shuts the door behind her without a word.

Okay then.

I let myself into my bungalow.

It’s an open plan. Not huge, but it’ll do. There are two double beds, a TV, a small kitchen area, and a separate bathroom.

My suitcase is waiting for me by one of the beds. I dump my laptop bag on the bed and lift my case up onto there, too. I open it up and get my wash bag out, and then I go take a shower.

Fresh out of the shower, I dress in shorts and a T-shirt. Then, I check my phone.

A few emails from Chrissy. Dom and Coop are arguing over an upcoming basketball game in our group message. But, apart from that, nothing of interest.

I could go get something to eat, I guess, but I ate on the plane, and I’m not that hungry. I’m not tired either.

So, what should I do?

Fuck it. I’m going to go to the bar and have a drink.

I pocket my wallet and cell and let myself out of my bungalow.

I lock the door behind me. Then, I hesitate, wondering if I should knock on Morgan’s door and ask her if she wants to join me.

But then she’s not exactly talking to me at the moment, and I don’t relish in the thought of having her tell me to fuck off again.

So, I shove my hands into the pockets of my shorts, and I wander off in the direction of the main hotel.

I find the bar easily enough. It’s right next to the outdoor swimming pool.

I take a seat on one of the barstools and order a pint of one of the local beers.

I’ve just taken a sip of my beer when a woman slips onto the barstool next to me, putting her purse down on the bar.

I glance at her, and she smiles.