The Bad Boys of Eden (71 page)

Jakob’s expression hadn’t changed. He just sat there, his arm draped on the back of the sofa and his legs crossed. He looked like a man in complete control.

I looked at him. Then I slowly slipped one strap off my shoulder, then the other. I let the dress slide down my body to drop to the floor at my feet.  I stepped out of it, and kicked it to the side.  I stood there, in my simple white cotton strapless bra and bikini panties trying hard not to cover myself.

He slowly studied me from painted toes to head.  “You
are
beautiful, Ivy.”

“Thank you.”  My cheeks blushed.  I’d been complimented before, but this was something else.  It was appraisal, it was being measured.  As if he’d sampled all the women in the world and decided that I was the most desirable.

“You have a gorgeous body.  Very fit, athletic.  Like a dancer.”

“I used to be a dancer.” My voice was a bit shaky.

“I would like for you to dance for me.”

“Now? Here?”

He picked up a remote control from the side table and pressed a button.  Beyoncé’s soul laced voice filled the room.

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. “You like Beyoncé?”

“Yes.” His lips lifted a little, which made his eyes crinkle.  That was when I saw the absolute beauty of him.  He was a handsome man for sure. His hard chiseled features begged to be photographed, but that almost smile transformed him a little.  And I could see the humor and light-heartedness in his eyes.

The music surrounded me. It was one of her more classic R&B tunes and my body responded to the slow sexy grooves.  My hips swayed and my arms and shoulders shimmied until I was moving fluidly to the rhythm.  I’d always loved to dance. Ever since I was six years old.  As I danced now I’d wish I hadn’t quit. Of course I wasn’t doing
this
kind of dancing at my studio.

I was into it now.  Feeling confident about my moves.  I met Jakob’s gaze as I stepped up onto the table in front of him to give him a real personal type of show.  Maybe I could get a job as an exotic dancer.  I didn’t think my parents would be thrilled about it, but at least I’d be making good money and could afford my own place.  Then they wouldn’t have to worry about me.

I watched him watch me as I dropped it low.  His gaze never left me. His jaw was tight, but then his mouth opened and he licked his lips.  The slam of desire was instant. It hit me right in the gut and I nearly groaned.  It was empowering to know that I had him enthralled with my movements. I had no idea that dancing for someone could be such a huge turn on
for me
.

For my finale, I turned bent over and twerked my ass like I was in a Miley Cyrus stage show.   When I was done, I was breathing hard. Sweat dotted my forehead and lined my sternum down to my navel.  I was hot and sweaty and thrumming with desire.  I wanted to have this man right there and then.  I wondered what he would do if I knelt down and unzipped his pants and took him into my mouth.

I stepped down from the table to stand right in front of him.  He didn’t say anything but just eyed me hungrily.  It was killing me that he hadn’t said anything or done anything. Why hadn’t he touched me yet? God, I really wanted him to.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Take off your bra and panties.”

“You do it.”

I think I surprised him, because his eyebrows went up again.

“Turn around.”

I did.  My body vibrated as he reached up and unhooked my bra. I let it fall to the floor.  When he hooked his fingers into the band of my panties and slowly pulled them down, over my hips and down my legs, I couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure. I could feel his hot breath on my ass cheeks.  I was very close to orgasming and we hadn’t even had sex yet.

Guys my age were always in a hurry to get to it.  Foreplay consisted of a few kisses and suckles to my breasts, a finger or two to test the waters, then it was a slip and slide all the way in for the main event.  Most times the whole experience was forty minutes tops. And that was being generous.

I stood there fully naked unsure and nervous. I wanted to look over my shoulder to see what Jakob was doing, but as soon as I thought about it, I could feel him behind me. He’d stood and was just inches away from me.  I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes.  It took everything inside me not to turn around and kiss him. But I sensed that he wouldn’t like that.  He wanted to be in control, so I let him.

His breath caressed the back of my shoulder, and then my neck.  I imagined him studying me, trying to find the perfect spot to place his lips and start his exploration of my body with his mouth.  At least, that’s what I hoped was going to happen.  I couldn’t stand it, waiting for his touch. It was agony.

I was about to lean back into him, when the shrill sound of a cell phone broke the magic in the air.

He sighed. “Fuck.”

It was the first sign of real strong emotion I’d seen from him since arriving to his room.

“Can’t you ignore it?”

“No.”

He stepped away from me, and I felt the loss of his body heat instantly.

I turned to see him snatch his cell phone from the small table beside the sofa and walk into the other room with it to his ear.  He was speaking German and he didn’t sound pleased.  I wasn’t pleased either. We’d both been cock blocked.

I had no idea what I should do now.  Do I sit on the sofa and wait for him? Should I put my panties back on first?  I mean, did he really want my bare vag on his expensive furniture?  I decided that sitting on the table might be a better move.  I sat, crossed my legs and waited.

Five minutes passed and he was still on the phone.  I was getting quite uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.  Shame started to settle in.  In the heat of the moment, I was up for pretty much anything, but in the cold spotlight of reality, it didn’t look all that appealing.  It looked dirty.

I gathered my bra and panties and put them back on.  I didn’t want to be here anymore.  The alcohol of the day had very quickly evaporated from my system.  I was stone cold sober and what I was doing didn’t look all that appealing anymore.

I put on my dress, picked up my purse and headed for the door.

Jakob wandered out of the other room, still on the phone, and looked at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I can’t do this.”

“
Warten Sie einen Moment
,” he said into the phone, then held it against his chest. “This call is very important.  Sit and wait for me.”

I shook my head.  “I’m not your girl. Find someone else to be your Barbie doll.”  I opened the door and walked through it. I shut it behind me, and leaned against it for a moment to catch my breath.

I was still shaky.  My body was still pulsing with desire.  This time it wasn’t so easy to go from horny as hell to cold as ice.  I still felt horny.  I still wanted Jakob to touch me.  What I needed was a cold shower, or another drink and a well-placed shower head.

I pushed away from the door and went back to my room to get some much needed release.

Chapter Six

The next morning I was feeling rough.  When I’d gotten back to my room, I’d raided the mini bar.  I’d blasted music from my iPod and danced around the room drinking from little bottles of vodka.  I’d ordered up some pineapple juice to chase it and some chocolate covered strawberries.  I’d had a little slumber party all on my own. And now I was paying for it.

My head pounded, and I had the most horrid taste in my mouth.  The room was way too bright, so I got up and pulled the shades down.  I stumble-shuffled to the bathroom and put my head under the sink.  I turned on the cold water and opened my mouth.  It soothed me a little.  Mostly because I got water all over my face and hair.  But it helped a little to wake me up.

I shuffled back toward the bed. My phone made a noise. I got a text.  I picked it up to see who from.

Dahlia:
WTF? How drunk were you last night?

Me:
What do you mean?

Dahlia:
You texted me some crazy shit

Me:
I did?

Now paranoid, I scrolled up on my iPhone screen to see my conversation with Dahlia last night.

Me:
I’m a hooker

Me:
Some dude thinks I’m a hooker

Me:
Am I a hooker D?

Dahlia:
WTF are you talking about?

Me:
Went to some old dude hotel room 4 sex

Dahlia:
Are you wasted?

Me:
NO

Me:
Well maybe

Dahlia: 
how old?

Me:
idk 40 I think

Dahlia:
Ivy! WTF?

Me:
didn’t fuck him. Just danced 4 him

Dahlia:
like a striptease?

Me:
no I table danced

Dahlia:
LOL

Me:
brb need to throw up

Dahlia:
ok

A few minutes later.

Dahlia:
you there?

A few more minutes later.

Dahlia:
did you fall in or something?

Even more minutes later.

Dahlia:
text me in the am

I scrolled back down to my current conversation with Dahlia.

Dahlia:
feel better?

Me:
no. I’m such an idiot

Dahlia:
I’m sure you’re not an idiot. We’ve all done stupid things before

Me:
Yeah but I’m stuck on a small island with this guy

Dahlia:
Maybe he’s your prince charming, and you just don’t know it yet

Me:
D, there is no such thing as prince anything

Dahlia:
True.  Go for a swim, enjoy your vacation

Me:
ttyl

I tossed my phone aside, and got off the bed again.  I would have a shower and hopefully that would make me feel better.  Although I didn’t think hot water could wash away a night of complete humiliation and embarrassment.

After I showered and felt remotely human again, I went down to the terrace arriving just in time to get in on the lunch buffet.  Once I ate, my body didn’t feel like it was going to revolt any longer.  The sun was high, the sky a robin’s egg blue.  It was a perfect day. The kind of day that required a big sun hat, sunglasses and a good book. Now I just needed the perfect spot to hide away for a few hours so I could wipe the memory of last night’s spectacle from my mind.

I found Laura at the concierge desk and she told me about a beautiful secluded spot on the other side of the island that would be perfect for me. She drew me a map, it was only a ten minute walk from the resort, and I set out on my way.

As I walked along the cobble stone path through the dense trees that surrounded the resort, I began to feel better. About the day, about my life.  Maybe my parents’ moving was the best thing for everyone. It would give them a new start to a relationship that needed it, and it would give me the push I needed to finally grasp hold of my life and do something worthwhile with it.  Heavy thoughts for a girl with a hangover but they were a long time coming.

I came out of the trees onto a rocky cliff.  Steps carved into the stone led through the crag and down toward the pristine white beach.  I made my way down to the sand and noticed a carved out spot in the stone face.  It was like a little special alcove made just for one or two people.  I crossed the sand toward it, anticipating the amazing relaxation of the day with just my thoughts and my book. Laura was a genius. She knew exactly what I needed today.

But when I stepped into the alcove I gave a little gasp and dropped my book onto the sand.

Jakob looked up over top his sunglasses at me.  “Good afternoon.”  He closed the book that he was reading but didn’t smile.

He looked sexy and casual in shorts, a polo shirt and sandals.  He had on a tan fedora that was old school but on him it worked.  He was the air of cool and stylish and looked like he belonged on a Calvin Klein ad for expensive cologne.

I crouched and retrieved my book, brushing the sand from the pages. “Great.  This is just what I needed.”  I turned to go.

“You don’t need to leave.” He gestured to the second lounger in the alcove.  “There is room enough for two here.”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“You aren’t. I feel like I have to apologize for my rude behavior last night.”

I looked at him, trying to read his emotions and thoughts.  He seemed sincere enough.  There wasn’t anything mocking in his manners or his voice.  Besides that, I really didn’t want to leave.  The spot was spectacular and it already came stocked up with refreshments and snacks by the look of the space-aged looking bar built into the stone.

“Thank you.”  I settled onto the other lounger. It was like falling into a pile of fluffy white kittens.  It was so soft and squishy.  I think I must’ve moaned when I sat because Jakob’s lips twitched up a little.

“This is the most amazing chair ever.”

“Yes, it is very comfortable.”

“They really know how to do things right on this island.” I stretched out my legs and sighed.

“Would you like a drink?” He stood and went over to the cut out in the rock.  “There is water, juice, wine, beer, anything you want.”

“I think I’ll stay away from the alcohol. So water would be good.”

He reached in and grabbed a bottle of water. After untwisting the cap, he handed it to me.

“Thanks.”

He settled back onto his lounger.

I took a long drink then set the bottle down on the stone table beside me.  I picked up my book, flipped it open, then set it back down again.

“I…”

“I…”

We said at the exact same time.

I laughed.  “Go ahead,” I said.

“I am sorry for my behavior last night.  I should never have…”

“Answered the phone?”

“No, I
had
to answer the phone.  I won’t apologize for that.  I should’ve never invited you to my room like that. It was impulsive.  And I’m usually not impulsive.”

“You said you like to take risks.”

“I do, but they are all calculated. I know the outcome before I jump.”

“What made you invite me then?” I said it casually, but the look I gave him was anything but.

He took off his sunglasses and set them down on the stone table beside him.  He looked at me.  Really looked.  As if he was trying to decide something either about me, or himself.

“I’m not sure. You looked a bit lost.”

“And you wanted to rescue me, is that it?”

He didn’t answer just kept looking at me.

“Well just to save you some time…I don’t need rescuing.”

“Last night when you came to my room, you looked angry and upset.  What happened?”

I turned away from him and studied the cover of my book.  “Nothing.  I just had a disagreement with someone.”

“Your parents? They are on the island as well, yes?”

I gaped at him. “Excuse me? How do you know that?”

“I keep informed about all my interests.”

“I’m an interest, am I? That’s not creepy or anything.”

His one eyebrow came up.  “I like to know the people I have dealings with.”

“Dealings? So planning to have sex with me is like, what, a business arrangement?” I sat up straight on the lounger, no longer relaxed.  “Because I already told you I wasn’t a prostitute. I don’t need anything from you.”  My hands started to shake I was so angry.  I swung my legs over to put my feet on the ground. “I’m out of here.”

“I mean no disrespect, Ivy.”

“Well, you’re doing a fine ass job of disrespecting me with every word that comes out of your mouth.”

“I was just hoping we could have an adult relationship while on the island together without any drama or complications.”

“So you just want me to shut my mouth and let you fuck me silly, is that it?”

“You say that like you wouldn’t enjoy me fucking you silly. I think you need it more than you know.”

I stood.  I picked up my water bottle and tossed it at him. “Why don’t you shove this up your ass, because that’s the
only
action you’re going to be getting from me.” I stomped out of the alcove.

I heard his sexy chuckle behind me.  But I didn’t turn back. I didn’t look over my shoulder at him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. The nerve of him.  The arrogance. It was enough to make me sick.

I fully intended to march back up the stone steps and get my drink on at the pool bar and vent to Chad, but that wasn’t going to happen.  There were waves of water washing up over my feet.  The tide had come in, a bit early I thought.  And with it, a whole hell of a lot of gelatinous bluish and purple blobs.

“Oh my God!”

“Ivy? Are you all right?”  A few seconds later, Jakob stood beside me and gaped at what was once a beautiful sandy beach.

“Are those jellyfish?”

“Portuguese man o’ war.”

I reached out with my sandal toward one dark purple mass. “They’re kind of pretty.”

Jakob immediately grabbed me around the waist and swung me out of the way. “You don’t want to touch it.  Even dead their sting is very venomous.”

“Like kill me dead venomous?”  I paled and wrapped my arms around my chest.

“No, but it is very painful.”  He rolled up the pant leg of his shorts. “And can leave a scar.”  It looked like pink train tracks across his thigh.

“How did you get that?”

“Snorkeling off the coast of Bermuda.  These are the same waters.” He unrolled the pant leg.

“What are we going to do? How the hell are we going to get out of here?” I gestured toward the stone steps leading back up to the resort.  Water nearly lapped at the first step. Several poisonous blobs blocked the path to the stairs.

He glanced back at the alcove. “We could stay here. We have plenty to drink and eat.”

“I’m not going to stay here all night.”  I looked around. “Can we call the resort to come get us? They could lower a ladder or something.”

Jakob took out his cell phone and looked at it. “No service.”

“Are you serious?” I grabbed the phone from him.  There were no bars. There was indeed no service.

I was really starting to freak out.  Panic wound its way around my body. My hands shook, as did the rest of me.

Jakob must’ve noticed because he put an arm around me and rubbed my arm. “It’s all right.  I will get us out of this.”

“How?”  The tide was even higher now.  Waves crashed up against the rock face. We had to step back into the alcove.  “I know, we can drag the loungers out and use them as a path.”  I grabbed the nearest one and started to lug it forward.

Jakob stopped me. “I’m going to carry you. It’s not far to the steps.”

“What? No way. You’ll get stung by one of those things.”

“I’ll step carefully. Trust me.”  He gave me his back. “Jump up.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Just do what I tell you.”

As he crouched down, I grabbed hold of his shoulders and jumped up onto his back. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck.  He grasped me around my thighs to secure my hold.

“Get ready. We go.”

He stepped out into the water then waited.  I looked down to see where he was stepping. He’d move forward, then wait for the tide to go out, then step and wait.  On his next step, he had to make it wide so he didn’t step on one of the purple jellies.

“We’re almost there,” he said as he took the next step forward.

I clung to him like a life preserver, but made sure I wasn’t choking him. I could feel his heart beating under my hands as I pressed them to his chest.  I imagined mine was just as fast and hard.  If the situation wasn’t so dire, I might’ve laughed.   To an uninformed observer it probably would’ve looked comical. Me clinging to Jakob’s back and him taking tentative step after tentative step.