"We'll be friends, until you drag me into the woods and ravage me."
I couldn't help it. I smiled. "You're going to be a handful, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah. I always am."
He kissed my hand and walked away.
That man was trouble with a capital T, two exclamation points, and a double underline.
Chapter Two
Damian
I loved my job. Working at Au Naturel Naturist Resort was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I had my best friend to thank for it. Ollie had convinced me to quit my old job, since I was bored out of my ever-loving mind there, and join him here. He'd been pestering me about it for almost a year, ever since he quit his tech job to move to Oregon. I kept saying no. I mean, a nudist resort? How could I ever concentrate with all those hot, naked girls prancing around? Then I came here for a visit and suddenly understood.
Not that many hot girls on the premises. Well, except when the Kitten Brigade was here. I'd met those girls twice so far, including today, but most of our guests were families or senior citizens.
So yeah, no hordes of nubile hotties to distract me.
Too bad, but also good. I loved women, but this was my job now, not a sexy vacay at an adults-only nudist resort in the Caribbean. But today, my focus had been shattered by the arrival of one woman—Heidi Mackenzie.
She was the sexiest woman on earth, even in cargo pants and a baggy T-shirt with a baseball cap covering all that lush blonde hair. I'd seen her naked, but I had never so much as shaken her hand. We got introduced on my first trip to the resort a few months ago when I showed up for a surprise visit so I could hang with my best friend. Turned out Heidi was Ollie's ex, though they dated for such a short time they barely had a chance to blink before it was over. She still had a thing for him and tried to seduce him away from Mara. It didn't work. Heidi felt humiliated and sneaked out with her tail between her legs.
I would've loved to get between her legs, but no way in hell did I want to become the rebound guy. That sucked, a fact I knew from experience.
While Heidi's girlfriends disrobed and got the party started, I snagged Ollie and Mara so I could get more info about the hottest member of the Kitten Brigade. I already knew they'd been given that nickname because those girls loved to have fun and flirt with any eligible male on the premises. They didn't do anything raunchy—a damn shame, I said—but they did spice up the place.
My polite inquiries about Heidi resulted in Ollie informing me that I should "leave her alone" and "give Heidi some space." Ollie had also told me Heidi needed all the friends she could get.
Well, if sexy little Heidi needed a friend… I volunteered for the job. As long as it came with benefits.
I knew underneath those layers of khaki she had a killer body. Though she'd covered her head with a baseball cap, I knew those long, golden-blonde waves usually tumbled over her shoulders. Every time I'd seen her, I wanted to fist my hands in that hair while I fucked her. She was hiding her curves, but I'd seen every inch of that body the first time we met. She had spectacular breasts and a toned physique, but those curves softened her figure so she didn't look like a bodybuilder.
Christ, I wanted to explore that body from head to toe.
But Heidi had told me to buzz off. Not in those exact words. But yeah, I got the point.
Fortunately, I'd never been that easy to discourage. The way Heidi licked her lips and her pupils enlarged when she looked at me, I knew she felt the same lust I did. But like I'd told Ollie earlier, I wasn't a total dick. I could sense when a woman needed some space, and for now, I'd give it to her. Ollie wouldn't tell me everything about Heidi, like why she threw herself at him when they'd only dated briefly. I'd ask Heidi about that sometime.
Since I couldn't seduce Heidi yet, I decided to watch the naturists playing miniten. They kept trying to get me into their games, but I couldn't see past the wedge-shaped wooden boxes on their hands. They called those things "thugs." Now there was a friendly, fun-sounding word. The thugs looked like medieval torture devices designed to help the guy who wanted to lop off your hand get his ax lined up right. Not that I thought people actually did that with thugs.
I kicked back on a lawn chaise so I could observe the miniten game. Most of the players I knew, like the senior citizens who came here often. Ruth and Sylvester Norris had basically taken up residence at the resort, and Eve and Val let them have a permanent lock on the bungalow behind the guest house. Anyway, I watched while Ruth and Sly led their team, the Silver Foxes, to victory despite the younger crew giving it their all. The old farts had stamina and the killer instinct, but the guests who were my age always underestimated the Silver Foxes.
Heidi emerged from the guest house a few minutes after the miniten game ended.
Unfortunately, that was right when I had to go to the office on the second floor of the guest house to perform my concierge duties. Guests left notes in the box beside the office doorway or they submitted their requests on our mobile app. Yeah, we had one of those now. Ollie created the app himself since he had all the computer creds required to do mind-numbingly boring stuff like that.
So I schlepped up to the office and snagged the few pieces of paper that were in the request box, then I sat down at the desk and accessed the app. Not much going on. Nudists were surprisingly easy-going. They didn't have prima donna demands, which meant I had more free time than I suspected the average concierge at a normal resort might have had. I changed into my uniform and took care of every request, delivering bottles of sunscreen and insect repellent, dropping off extra towels and pillows, and finally, helping a guy my age get his locked suitcase open. The dude lost his key. Luckily, I knew a thing or two about picking locks.
Strictly in case of an emergency. I wasn't a criminal or anything, though I did learn lock-picking from a pro. He was behind bars, but I didn't hold that against him.
After completing every concierge task, I headed out to the lawn again.
The Kitten Brigade was about to play volleyball, and one of Heidi's friends seemed to be trying to convince her to participate. Heidi hunched her shoulders and kept shaking her head.
I remembered the last time the Kittens had visited. Heidi played every game with gusto—miniten, tennis, volleyball, whatever—and she didn't wear a sports bra. I'd followed the movements of her bouncing tits instead of the bouncing ball. Man, she had fabulous jugs. It was weird that I'd seen her completely naked, many times, but I had never so much as kissed her cheek.
That was nudism. Hot girls on display, but no touching allowed.