Page 44 of Dirty Daria
“It’s a way of life.”
“Not my way.” I change into my bathing suit as well, an olive-green one-piece cut a little lower on the thigh, with ruching on the sides, that shows a ton of cleavage. Flaunt it if you’ve got it.
Daria orders piña coladas to be delivered from the bar and we go out to the deck and settle into seats partially in the sun.
The breeze is warm and feels good on my skin. If you’d asked me two days ago, when I was freezing my ass off in California winter weather, if I ever thought I’d be in a bathing suit anytime soon, I would have said no.
I know that in comparison to most of the nation, California winters are mild, at least where we live in Santa Caranina. But having grown up there, to me fifty degrees is cold. Making the eighty-seven degrees with a slight breeze here in Maldives absolute heaven.
A well-built, extremely handsome man appears from around the side of the villa with a tray filled with two piña coladas and a pitcher with extra.
“Ladies.” He sets our drinks on the small table between us, his gaze immediately going to my chest.
I sit forward slightly, giving him more of a show. “Thank you so much. I had no idea the bartenders were so handsome.” I wink at him. He winks back.
I love this place.
“My name is Carlos, and I’m your personal attendant during your stay. I’ve left my card by the phone and am available to you whenever you need.”
“My goodness,” I say, pretending to fan my face with my hand. “That’s some service.”
“I’ll just put this in the freezer,” he says holding up the pitcher with the remaining drinks.
“Thank you,” Daria clocks him with her gaze, then gets up to sign the check as he returns. He smiles politely to her face, then watches her ass when she goes back to her chair.
“Hey, Carlos,” I say before he has a chance to leave. “What do we do if we want to make multiple piña coladas? Do we have to call you every time we need a refill, not that I mind having you service me.” I blink exaggeratedly and smile again.
Carlos smiles wide.
Poor guy probably thinks Daria and I are about to seduce him, not realizing she could break him in half with her pinkie finger.
Daria backhands me in the arm. “What she means is, can you just bring us the ingredients for a couple pitchers? Is that possible?”
“Whatever you wish.”
She waves him off as she sits, and he leaves.
“If he’d said as you wish, I’d be having sex with him right now,” I say after he’s gone.
Daria scoffs. “That’s from that movie, isn’t it?”
“The Princess Bride, and yes. The best movie in the entire world.”
“A Good Day to Die Hard,” she counters, and we both laugh. It’s only funny because she loves theDie Hardmovies and in that one John McClane goes to Russia, so she claims it’s the best one, even though it’s arguably the worst in the franchise.
“Seriously,” I say. “I’ll bet Carlos gets laid all the time here.”
“Totally,” she says. “You could hit that, you know.”
“No way. Out of my league.”
“I saw him drooling over your tits. Totally in your league.”
“He was also watching your ass, so.”
“Whatever.” Daria sips at her cocktail then lays back on her lounge and closes her eyes. “I didn’t think I needed time off. Now that we’re here I can’t believe I haven’t done it sooner.”
“Which reminds me, is this a paid vacation for me?”
