Page 16 of Hot for the Lifeguard
Looking in the mirror, I feel confident in how I'm dressed, sexy but resort casual. I apply my mascara and some lip gloss. I've never been a makeup person and usually I don't care about what I look like, but I can't seem to stop myself from wanting to look my best for him.
With five minutes to spare, I'm able to slip my feet into gold sandals that complement my dress. I might not know much about makeup, but I love fashion and I know I look amazing. But just in case something is out of place, I check the mirror one last time. Feeling great, I head out the door.
It doesn't take long to get down to the lobby. When the elevator dings and the doors open, my heart flutters when I see Luca leaning against the wall looking like a sexy model. He's dressed in a white button down with khaki shorts, his dark hair styled to perfection. I'm not sure I've ever seen someone look so good.
We meet in the middle and suddenly feeling shy, I whisper, "Hey. You look good."
Luca grins at me, reaching for my hand and pulling me in closer. "Well, don’t you look like the goddess you were named after." He takes a step back, twirling me around in a circle. "That dress."
I feel as if I’m glowing and my smile spreads across my face. This moment feels as if I'm in a dream. Still holding my hand, he keeps me close, leading me to the restaurant.
"You're going to love the food here. They have good salsa," he says as we approach the hostess.
"Luca?" she asks, making jealousy rear its ugly head. I try to calm myself when I remember that he works here, Luca probably knows many people here.Besides, I don't need to be jealous. This is just for fun, I remind myself.
"Hey, Heather. Can we have a table for two?"
"Who is this?" she asks, grinning at both of us, relaxing my jealousy a bit.
"This is Diana," Luca simply states, pulling me even closer to him.
"Nice to meet you. How about a table on the patio?"
"That would be great," I tell her as she leads us out to a table next to the railing with a view of the beach. The stars blink at us as if they are trying to tell us something. "This is beautiful."
"Only the best spot for the best lifeguard," she says, placing our menus down on the table. "Enjoy."
"Thank you, Heather," Luca says, then focuses his attention back on me.
God, he's so attentive. When it is time for this to end, I'm not sure I'll ever find someone like Luca. They don't make men like him. All of the ones I've met over the years cared more about themselves and how I could serve them, not the other way around.
"Do you like margaritas?" he asks me, breaking through my thoughts about men.
Which is probably good because if I was able to get too much into my head, it would probably bring down the whole night.
"I do," I tell him, giving a soft smile.
"Good. The bartender here makes great ones," he explains as the waiter walks up to our table.
"Hey, Luca. What can I get you two?" he asks, not introducing himself to us. I guess it's because Luca knows everyone. Maybe we should've gone to a restaurant out in town?
"Hey, Daniel. We want two margaritas, chips, and salsa for the table." He pauses for a moment, then turns toward me to ask, "Do you like fajitas?"
Nodding my head, I can't help but swoon at the fact that he asked me instead of just ordering our food for us. Which is ridiculous because Luca is just being kind. Maybe I've just been bad at picking out guys to date?
I watch as Luca turns back to Daniel. "And fajitas for two."
"Sounds great. I'll get those in. Enjoy your night," Daniel says before walking off toward his other tables.
"Do you know everyone?" I ask, trying to sound coy as I mess with the silverware on the table.
"Los Cabos is actually a very small town. It seems big because of all the resorts and tourists, but it's not. Even the people who move here to work at the resorts are very few."
"And you grew up here?"
"I did. What about you? Where did you grow up?"
"I grew up in D.C."
