"Hi," she said excitedly.
"How’s the water?" I asked, and noticed the ring on her finger.
"Absolutely wonderful; but don’t take my word for it. I think you should get in the water and see for yourself," she said with the prettiest smile.
"I think I will," I said, and laughed a little.
"So what are you waiting for?"
"Nothing," I said, and made my way to the steps.
"Coward," the beauty said. "Just get in," she challenged.
With that, I walked down to the deep end and tried to do the perfect dive. The water was cold at first, but I quickly got use to it and swam to the shallow end where the beauty was still standing.
"What do you think? Is this water wonderful or not?" Avonte asked.
"Yes, it is."
"I wouldn’t steer you wrong," the beauty said, then went underwater. Then she came up for air, closed her eyes, and ran her fingers through her wet hair. I felt my dick getting hard. Damn, she was fine as hell. "My name is Avonte Petrocelli."
"Devin James," I said, and held out my hand.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Avonte asked as she made her way back to me.
"Yeah," I answered slowly, "I’m having a good time."
"Hmm. Then why don’t I believe you?"
"I don’t know. Why don’t you believe me?"
"Something about the look on your face, and the totally unconvincing way you said yeah." Avonte licked her lips.
I had to laugh a little, but chose not to comment on her statement; especially since it was the truth. "What about you, Avonte; are you having a good time?" I asked, and hoped she would lick her lips like that again.
"Oh, yeah, I’m having a great time. Mostly, I’ve been out here working on my tan."
"You tan well. Like a bronze goddess, Avonte."
"Well, thank you," Avonte said and smiled. That was nice, too, but not as nice as her tongue floating over her lips.
I took a step back from Avonte and went under the water. When I opened my eyes in the pool, I got an eyeful of Avonte’s wide hips, and the luscious mound between her legs. When I came back up for air, Avonte was walking away from me. As she got out of the pool, Avonte turned her head and winked at me.
"I’m sure I’ll see you around, Devin," she said, as she walked off dripping wet.
"Oh, yeah, Ms. Avonte, I’m sure that you’ll see me around."
I wasn’t ready to go back to the room after Avonte left, so I swam around in the pool, thinking how peaceful it was. I thought about how I wanted to be in there with Taye. She used to love the water. Weekend trips to the beach was our thing; or at least one of them. Now, the way things were looking, she wouldn’t even go to the beach with me.
The longer I swam, I slowly came to the conclusion that if I was going to have a good time on my vacation, it would be by myself. It wasn’t how I wanted it to be, but like I said, I would be damned if I let her ruin things for me. But then I thought maybe I was overreacting. Maybe when I get back to the room, Taye and I could go out and experience nightlife in San Juan. Maybe she’d even go to the casino with me, but that would be pushing it. Taye hated smoke-filled casinos, even before everything happened.
With a brand new attitude, I got out of the pool, dried off, and headed back to the room. Dancing. Taye used to like dancing to Latin music, I thought as I put my keycard in the door. "Taye," I called as walked in, and immediately knew that salsa dancing the night away wasn’t gonna happen.
Taye was fast asleep. The movie she was watching was now watching her. I went and sat down on the bed next to her. "Taye," I said, and shook her gently. "Wake up, baby. Let’s go do something."
But she didn’t answer. Taye was dead to the world, and the reason was there on the nightstand: her bottle of sleeping pills. Once she popped a couple of them, Taye could sleep through an earthquake. I got up from the bed and went and sat out on the balcony for a while. It was a beautiful night, and I wasn’t about to spend it in the room watching Taye sleep. I got up and got in the shower, got dressed, and got out of there.
I went to the concierge’s desk and asked for a cab. Once I was in the cab and the driver asked me where I wanted to go, I told him I didn’t know. "I was hoping that you could tell me."