Wet: Part 1 (5 page)

“Oh. I kind of wondered. I seriously didn’t know if it was her, or just me.”

Paul smiled, making her take pause, again.

“Okay, but you see . . . you’ve been very kind and helpful. Oh my gosh, I’ve never had to do this, but I—I can’t sleep with you.” She wanted more than anything to stop stammering and just get the words out right, but they weren’t coming very easily. She’d never had to have this conversation before.

“It’s not you. You’re very good looking, and you’ve been so nice. I
would
—or I
think
I would . . . if I was
normal.
” She narrowed her brow, contemplating how un-normal she was. “But sometimes I think I don’t have a normal bone in my body.” She tried to giggle. “You see, I’m . . . the fact is, I can’t . . . I just don’t sleep . . . with men.”

“Oh.” He looked surprised or caught off-guard. “Oh!” he said a little louder than before as it sunk in. “I didn’t pick up on that—that you were . . . that’s why you didn’t hover . . .” He stopped and didn’t finish his sentence. He seemed thoroughly baffled. His lips twitched while he played with the idea. “Wow!” 

“Yeah, I’ve been one my whole life.” She laughed at her own little joke about being a virgin. “Isn’t everyone until . . .
they’re not
?” She giggled again.

He tried to laugh too, but he looked confused.

“Wouldn’t it be bizarre if everyone just announced that sort of thing every time they introduced themselves? Hi! I’m Rhees and I’m a—”

“Hey!” He held his hands up, hurriedly striving to let her know he didn’t judge her. “It’s all good.” He seemed to be concentrating. “Maybe I’m not very aware of that particular thing, but I don’t think there’re many of you on the island.”

That didn’t surprise her. “Tracy and Regina were quite positive I’m the
only
one.” She giggled again but then they were quiet for a second. “Can you tell me which street I turn on to get to Oceanside? I should really get some sleep.”

Paul got up and grabbed a piece of chalk from a chalkboard on the wall just inside the bar and returned. He drew a map on one of the wooden planks on the floor. “This is a map of all the streets on the island—all five of them. We’re here, on the main street. If you go east on this street . . .”

“I’m sorry. Could you just say right or left? I happen to be directionally challenged, as well as all the other stuff that’s wrong with me.”

He grinned and explained his map again. When he finished, he asked, “Does that make sense?”

“Very much. I shall never get lost again, kind sir.” She giggled and felt very grateful, which she showed him with a smile. She regretted all the angst she’d felt toward him all day.
Serves me right.
She thought how wrong she’d been to so readily buy into all the stupid gossip about him.
He’s really just a nice guy . . . an extraordinarily beautiful—with eyes that just suck you right in—kind of guy.

Paul was nothing like the moody, angry, somewhat scary and intimidating, over-sexed, ego-as-big-as-a-whale, kind of guy—the type of man who would never let himself feel anything for any woman because he was too self-centered and egotistical and in love with himself—a man who could never settle for just one woman because he could have as many women as he wanted, type of guy. No. Rhees felt proud of herself. She’d discovered, on her own, that Paul was nothing like the type of guy everyone said he was.

“I guess I’ll see you at the shop in the morning.” She stood to leave and walked away.

“Hey,” he called after her. She turned back to see what he wanted. “Since you’re the minority here—if you ever find yourself with
unmet needs
, I could help with that. You know, if you find yourself feeling tense, or desperate—if you have a good imagination.” He had a devilish grin on his face. “I could manage to—you know . . .” He stuck the tip of his tongue out and wiggled it back and forth before a huge, brilliant smile broke across his face. “It could be our little secret.”

She forced a smile and pretended to understand so she wouldn’t look stupid, but she was convinced she was. She walked away, headed home, and unsuccessfully tried to figure it out for a second or two before she grew shaky and anxious. She turned her attention to facing the ocean the next day. She had to concentrate to steady her nerves.

oOo

Paul picked up the unfinished Coke Rhees left on the table and drank it down. “Lemonade. Coke. Other team—what a shame.” He shook his head. He glanced back toward the bar and saw Tracy and Regina still deeply involved with their game.

He startled Tracy by leaning down and speaking directly in her ear. “It’s after midnight, and I don’t have a date.”

“Are you asking me?” She sounded much too hopeful.

“I could’ve had one by now if you’d given me a heads up. I wasted my whole night on Rhees.” He jabbed her with his elbow, teasing her for not warning him.

Tracy looked rejected and unsure why he blamed her for his lack of a bed partner for the night.

“You knew, and you didn’t tell me.” He waited expectantly, with a grin, but she didn’t catch on. “You should have told me Rhees is a lesbian.”

The light of understanding brightened on Tracy’s face. She seemed more than eager to set the confusion straight. She chuckled. “Rhees isn’t a lesbian. She’s a—”

Regina threw her hand over Tracy’s mouth and glared at her. “Tracy, shut up!” She pulled Tracy up without removing her hand from her mouth. Regina smiled sweetly at Paul and batted her eyes the way she always did when he caught her staring.

“Come on, Tracy. It is time to go home.” She turned and smiled at Paul again as they walked out of the bar.

It took a second for him to think it through. He smirked, but then his jaw set.  He folded his arms and the muscle in his cheek twitched as he watched them walk away.

Chapter 4

T
he next morning, apparently Tracy and Regina preferred sleeping in over being on the boat again, as Paul had mentioned. Rhees had never been one to sleep in and didn’t like tip-toeing around the apartment trying not to wake them.

She stepped out onto the large porch and looked out over all the trees. From her third-floor apartment, the view was stunning. She could barely see any buildings at all through all the treetops, and she could even see a sliver of the ocean on the horizon. A flock of wild parrots flew overhead and landed in the jungle to her left.

“I could live here forever,” she said, nodding to herself.

The walk back to the shop didn’t seem as long as it had the first day, and she actually enjoyed taking in the sights of the island she’d be calling home for a while—she couldn’t believe she lived on an island.

There were a few creepy, not-well-cared for homes along the way before she reached the main street, but there were some cute ones too, all on stilts. She wasn’t sure why. Some were only a few feet above the ground while others were built high enough up that the owners used the area under the houses as patios.

While most of the buildings were constructed of raw wooden planks, a few were painted after all . . . painted mostly in vivid turquoise or various shades of pink. One home, her favorite, sported a bright lime green with purple trim. The blooming orange flamboyant tree in front added the final touch.

Rhees, when asked her favorite color, didn’t have just one. She’d answer, “Purple, orange and lime green.” She loved the way the three looked together, but she’d never dreamed of painting her home with them. The house made her smile. Her third day here and again, she felt herself starting to really like this island.

She decided to explore a little since she wasn’t expected at the shop until that afternoon. At this time of day, early morning, the main street seemed almost deserted. There were a few homes lining the street, but mostly businesses, mostly bars—there were a lot of bars.

There was a strange mix of nicely constructed, well-maintained buildings and some that were run down and unpainted—dirty. Small grocery stores, produce stands, a couple of pharmacies, beauty shops, a few souvenir shops, several bakeries, one real estate office, a small medical center, and a lot of restaurants, including snack bars—the island’s version of a fast food drive-through but more like a walk-up-to, since everyone was on foot. Again, the simplicity of it all warmed Rhees’ heart.

Even after her little exploration of Main Street, she reached the shop before anyone else. It seemed deserted. All the doors and the shutters on the windows were open, and she could hear the drone of a motor running nearby, but she didn’t see anyone. She poked her head into the office—unoccupied. She sat on the bench under the awning next to the office and pulled her diving book out to study.

“You’re late!” Paul burst from the office and walked by without stopping. “Follow me.”

“Late? For what?” She jumped up and ran after him.

She caught up, but he fiddled with something on the boat, so she waited.

“What are you doing standing around like a fucking idiot? Start bringing tanks to the boat.” He looked up and seemed annoyed by the confused look on her face. “Hurry! We’re going to have divers here in a few minutes.”

Idiot? Wow! He really is moody . . . and scary.
She looked around, trying to figure out what he wanted her to do.

“I said to start bringing tanks around.”

“What tanks?”

He swore again, calling her an idiot, muttering the slur just loud enough for her to hear. “Go around to the other side of the shop, to the tank room. Dobbs is filling tanks.
You
carry the filled tanks to the boat—so we can go diving. That’s what we’re all doing here. We need sixteen tanks. Put them in these slots.” He pointed to the tank slots that lined the sides of the boat.

Is he mad at me?
Maybe he’s just stressed out and needs a hand.
“Sure. Anything I can do to help.” She headed to the other side of the shop and saw Dobbs take a tank off the noisy compressor and set it on the floor with several others.

“Are these the tanks that go on the boat?”

The compressor roared deafeningly loud. Dobbs wore earmuffs. He saw her and lifted one side so she repeated her question. He nodded. She’d never done this before so it took a minute to figure out the best way to carry them. Dobbs reached over and demonstrated how to grab them by the neck, and then he smiled kindly at her. He seemed like such a nice man. She grabbed one of the tanks the way Dobbs had shown her.

“Man, these are heavy.”
She’d seen
people carrying two at a time the day before, but she’d never manage to carry two all the way around to the other side. She took one. Dobbs shook his head but didn’t stop filling the empty tanks.

After three trips, Paul came around the corner. “What’s taking so long? We don’t have time for this shit.”

“They’re heavy,” she said.

He glared at her and stormed off to the tank room. She met him on her way back. He had one tank under his arm, one in that hand and another in the other hand. He glared at her again as they passed each other.

“Geeminy! Moody is an understatement.”

She went back for another and had just set it in one of the empty slots when Paul showed up with three more.

“This is going to take all fucking day. Stay on the boat. I’ll bring them to you and you put them in the slots.” He irritably handed her the tanks one at a time, and she set them in the slots. He glared at her as she struggled with the job. By the time they finished, her arms hurt. She thought she was going to die.

“Phew! What a work out.” She smiled at him, hoping that now that the job was finished, he could relax. He glared at her and walked off. She wanted to crawl away and find a rock to hide under. “What is his problem?”

Everyone scheduled to be on the boat that day finally showed up, and again, the dock came to life with all the activity. Rhees watched, trying to learn, and she waved to all the divers as the boat pulled away. She wouldn’t have anything to do until the boat returned since Shelli, her instructor, had headed out to dive. Rhees’ next lesson wasn’t scheduled until the afternoon.

oOo

Claire showed up after the morning rush and went directly into the office. Most of the students not scheduled to dive never showed up until the boat returned—unless they were scheduled for the dreaded tank duty.

Rhees wandered into the office to say hello. “Good morning, Claire.”

“Good morning,” Claire mumbled back unenthusiastically, in hopes of getting rid of her. Rhees stood in the office for a while and watched Claire move about the office. Claire swore under her breath about having too much to do and not enough time to do it. “Is there something you need?” Claire asked, and not pleasantly.

“I hate not having anything to do. Is there something I can help with?” Rhees asked.

Claire was taken aback. “You’re joking, right? Well, ha ha,” she snapped. “Not funny.”

“You just looked like you could use a hand . . . and I have nothing better to do.”

“No one’s ever offered to help me before. Um . . .” Claire looked around the office. There was plenty to do, but she looked for the job she hated the most. “See those T-shirts in the boxes under that counter? They’re all messed up. Paul pulls them out when customers want to buy one, and he never folds them before putting them back in the
wrong
box.”  

“I’ve got it.” Rhees moved behind the counter, sat down on the floor, and started folding and organizing the shirts.

“Thanks.” Claire watched for a minute, still amazed.

Paul came through the tunnel, a narrow hallway between the office and the door on the other side of the shop, near the compressor room.

“Claire. Have you seen that mother-fucking new girl?” he asked gruffly.

Rhees froze. He obviously didn’t see her behind the counter. Claire sat at her computer and turned slowly, wondering if she’d heard him wrong.

“What did you say?”

“I’m looking for that bitch Rhees. You told her about the board, didn’t you?”

“What in bloody hell is wrong with you today?” Claire asked. “Rhees is new, she won’t be on the board for a while.”

Paul shot Claire a cold, if-looks-could-kill glare. “She’s on tanks and bathrooms. She already fucked up tank duty this morning. If you don’t explain the board, and get her on the bathrooms in the next few minutes, I might just kick her ass and finally fire yours. If it weren’t for Dobbs, I’d have done it a long time ago.”

Claire stood and returned his stare with the same vehemence he sent her.

“Dobbs isn’t the reason I’m stuck in this hell-hole of an office all day. If you want to be here instead of me, go right ahead. Fire me, you wanker,” she hissed.

“Explain the damn board to her!” Paul boomed. “She’ll be on the same duties until she can learn to do her part around here.” He picked up a clipboard, wrote something on the page, and slammed it down on the counter before walking out.

Claire looked at Rhees with wide eyes. “What the hell did you do?” She said each word with emphasis.

Rhees searched her mind for the answer. “I don’t know. Nothing!” She thought of one thing—but that couldn’t possibly be it. “. . . I didn’t sleep with him.” Her voice was hoarse.

Claire’s furious expression changed to admiration. “Come on. I’ll show you everything you need to know around here. You and I are going to be chums.”