Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Oh my God!” Natalie screams, jumping out of the chair as soon as she sees me rounding the pool. “I can’t believe you’re actually here!” She wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes. “Perfect timing, too! I just ordered another drink and got one for you.”
“Great, thanks! It feels a little unreal that I’m actually here,” I say, squeezing her back. “Thank you for inviting me,” I continue as she releases me. “Or rather, thank you for forcing me to come.” I grin.
“What are friends for if not to give you a little push when you need it?” She smirks, grabbing my bag in one hand and leading me over to her spot.
“I can’t believe how beautiful it is, and I’ve only seen the airport and lobby so far.” I pull my cover off and start digging into my bag.
“Well, look at you,” she teases, eyeing my body. “I haven’t seen that much skin on you since that time I walked in on you changing.”
“That’s because you have no boundaries,” I remind her, chuckling.
“No doubt you’ll definitely find a Florida hottie during this trip.” She waggles her brows. “Big ta-tas, curvy hips, slim waistline.”
“I’m starting to feel a little violated now,” I mock, adjusting my swimsuit top to make sure it’s covering all appropriate boobage and nipples.
“Okay, well, I’m just saying. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” She takes a long sip of her drink, and I give her a look that says otherwise.
“I can’t wait to go down Front and Duval Streets. I looked them up on YouTube, and they look like a lot of fun,” I say, kicking off my shoes.
“We have lots of time to explore, but today is the perfect pool day.” She sighs, getting comfortable in her chair. She leans back with her large sunglasses on her face and tilts her head up to the sun.
“I hope you put sunscreen on,” I tell her, pulling some out of my bag.
“I came to Florida for a tan,” she says matter-of-factly, adjusting herself deeper into the chair.
“And melanoma?” I raise a brow even though she’s not looking at me.
She groans.
“C’mon, sit up,” I order. It’ll take me five seconds.”
“Yes, Nurse River.” She winks. “That sounded way dirtier coming out than it did in my head.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. She does as I say, and when I finish, she motions for me to turn around so she can spray my back and arms. When she’s done, I spray my face, chest, stomach, and legs. This Northern girl is as white as they come, but that doesn’t mean I want to risk it either.
Once I’m settled, I sprawl out on the chair with my own pair of oversized sunglasses and a topknot on my head. I grab my phone and turn on some tunes just as a gentleman comes over with a tray of drinks.
“Your drinks, ma’am,” he greets, handing the first one to Natalie, who hands it to me and then takes the other for herself. She smiles at him before handing him a tip, and we both thank him.
“This is the life.” I chuckle before taking a large sip. “Drinks just taste better when they get delivered to you by the pool.”
“You said it, sister,” she quips. “Especially when the cabana boys aren’t that bad to look at.” She tilts her sunglasses off her nose and eyes him as he walks away.
I laugh. “I’m sure Adam wouldn’t think so.”
“Are you kidding?” She chuckles. “He basically dragged me down here and told me to have a ‘good time,’ if you know what I mean.” She smirks.
“You two have the weirdest relationship I know.”
“Nah, it works just fine. Looking at other people is what we use to keep things hot in the bedroom.” The playful tone of her voice lets me know there’s more to the story, but I have no desire to dig for further information.
“Good to know.” I smile even though she’s not paying attention to me. Natalie and Adam have been together for as long as I can remember, so it doesn’t surprise me that their relationship is the way it is. As long as he takes good care of her and treats her right, I keep my nose out of it.
Sipping my drink till it’s halfway gone, I set it down before adjusting myself on the lounge chair and lie back. The sun heats my body in no time, and I almost fall asleep when the cabana boy arrives with another round of drinks.
“When did we order those?” I ask, taking the glass off the tray.
“I have them on a schedule for every hour.” Natalie beams.
Smiling, I shrug and take a sip. “Ooh, this one tastes different.”
“I ordered Bermuda Triangles. It sounded more tropical.”
I laugh at how serious her tone is and take another sip. “These taste like trouble.”