“You look like you’re thinking hard. You shouldn’t be thinking so hard. You’re in paradise! You should just relax and let what happens, happen.”
I nod. “Maybe. But what if I have specific needs for this trip? Needs that I’m not sure how to go about getting.”
“You mean, a man?”
I nod, grinning.
He chuckles. “I don’t think a woman as smart and beautiful as you should have much trouble finding a nice man.”
I smirk. “But what if I don’t want a nice man? What if I want a bad boy? A very, very bad boy.”
He glances around at the choices currently surrounding the pool. “I don’t think you should have much difficulty with that either.” He winks at me.
I laugh. “You’re right. But how do I choose? What if I have too many options?”
He thinks for a moment and then glances over at the small stage set up near the pool where they often have a band play music or occasionally entertain with competitions and poolside games.
“How about a competition? Winner wins a date with you.”
I bite my lip as I stare at another man strutting by with muscles that contract with each step, begging to be put to use in bed with a woman like me. It could take me all week to find a man who is good in bed. But, if I can put them through a series of tests to figure out which one has the qualities I’m looking for, then I can find the guy in half the time and get on to the good stuff.
I take my hat off and push my sunglasses up on my head as I sit up on my lounger. “Let’s do it!”
Bayron smiles and holds out his hand to me. I take it and let my long, dark hair with blue highlights flow down my back, matching the dark blue bikini I’m wearing. Between my hair, tattoos, and piercings in my nose, eyebrow, and ears, any man should know that I’m not looking for a good man.
Bayron leads me around the pool over to the small stage where he takes the microphone and turns it on.
“You sure about his?” he asks, whispering to me.
“Yes.” I’ve never been so sure about needing anything. I’m desperate to find a man who can help me forget.
“Hey, Royal Bahamas Resort! Are you guys having a good time?” Bayron says.
The crowd around the pool shouts back, “Yes!”
“Awesome! I have a special treat for you today. This lovely lady here is looking for a date, and we are going to help her get one.”
The crowd cheers again as I scan the pool, trying to determine which guy I want the most.
“This is Miss Skye. She’s from New Mexico. She’s smart and beautiful, and she’s looking for a bad boy to keep her company this week. If you think you fit that bill, I want you to run onto this stage in the next ten seconds. And then the real competition will begin.”
I bite my lip as the anxiety and anticipation build.
“Go! One…two…three…” Bayron starts counting, and men start running up onstage.
Some very, very good-looking men join us onstage. Men with muscles, men with beards, men with dreamy eyes, and men with tattoos. Almost all the men running up onstage look like men I’d love to take back to my room and have a test run with. But I need to choose just one. Or at least one for now.
“And time!” Bayron shouts.
He starts walking up and down the stage area, counting how many men have decided to enter. “It looks like we have fifteen men who would like to compete for a date! That’s far too many.” Bayron walks back to me and whispers in my ear, “What would you like them to do first?”
“Strength. I want a strong man. So, knock out the weaklings.”
He nods and holds the microphone back to his lips. “Skye wants a man who’s strong. So, for this competition, we are going to do as many push-ups as you can in sixty seconds. I’m going to need a little help with this one.”
Bayron waves over to more of his staff to come join him. The staff line up around the men, helping them spread out around the pool area and stage.
“Everyone ready? The top ten will move on to the next round.”