Unexpected

Chapter 3

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Soft sunlight streaming through the French doors in my bedroom served as my alarm clock the next morning. Stretching lazily, I thought about the days and days of nothing but utter abandon in front of me. I got out of bed and headed into the main living area without changing out of the t-shirt and shorts I’d slept in.

In the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and marveled at all the food and drinks available. Before we left, Maggie and I had emailed a list of all of our favorite beverages and snacks for them to stock the kitchen for us. Each villa came with a personal chef as well, which Maggie and I had agreed we were just going to use for dinners to avoid getting completely spoiled by this place, or you could go up to the Cotton House to eat or order room service from them. I think there were also several restaurants on the island, but that sounded like entirely too much work.

I got out a bunch of fresh fruit, some juice, and eggs and cheese with the plan to make a simple omelet for Maggie and myself. I ended up just eating it all though, as Maggie didn’t actually get out of bed for another hour. By that time, I was lounging on our villa’s massive private deck, curled up on a deck chair with my Kindle. I’d also brought my Nikon DSLR out with me to take some pictures of the amazing views, as well as snapping roughly a million of the house, both inside and out.

Maggie eventually stumbled out of the house, squinting at the bright sunlight. “Man, I’m sorry for sleeping in so late--I didn’t realize how exhausted I was!”

“No problem, I’ve made myself at home and was quite content out here. I was getting ready to wake you though, that beach is calling our name!"

“The beach sounds perfect, let me brush my teeth and put on a suit and I'm ready to go!"

“Despite what I said, I'm really not in that big of a hurry, you can shower and eat if you’d like," I told her.

“No need to shower, I know not a soul here so no one to impress--I’ll count swimming in the ocean as bathing for the day, I’ll call it being green as I’ll be conserving water,” she joked, “and I'll just grab a bagel and some fruit and take it with us.” This was a perfect example of why Maggie was awesome, despite being completely gorgeous, there wasn’t a vain bone in her body and she was remarkably low maintenance, much like I was, which made us ideal partners in crime. "Honestly, I plan on pretty much drinking all my meals here anyway!"

“Excellent plan, I’ll go put on my suit as well! Beach, here we come!”

I threw on a simple black bikini, somewhat skimpier than what I’d wear at home, but like Maggie had said, there was a certain amount of freedom in knowing no one. I quickly pulled my dark blonde hair back into a high ponytail and put just a touch of brown eyeliner--which I used because some fashion magazine told me it would make my green eyes really pop--on my top eyelids, more out of habit than anything. After slathering on the high SPF sun block and tossing a loose cover up over my swimsuit, I was good to go.

We loaded ourselves and our towels and beach bags into our mule and hit the road. It was a super short drive to the beach Maggie and I decided to go to, which was fairly wide open, with only a couple other groups of people there. We had decided to go to Plantain Bay, although everyone told us that Macaroni Bay, on the other side of the island, had the best beach. We figured that any beach at all would work for our purposes--which was basically to just sit and soak up some sun--and a less popular beach would be that much better, as we wouldn't have to deal with anyone else. We likely didn’t have anything to worry about regardless, as our driver the night before had said it was a fairly quiet time at the resort (apparently peak season was December through April), which suited us perfectly. We found the ideal spot with two lounge chairs, far from any other claimed camps, and spread out our stuff.