her run to her bungalow then he bent to gather up both of their belongings.
He hadn't meant to spook her. He'd only wanted her to know that that she could talk to him. But he had come on too strong, too fast. It wasn't the first time for that. But it was different with Jennifer. Something was different.
He pulled the umbrella out of the sand and closed it. It gave him the perfect excuse to see her again and he already knew where she was staying. She may have gotten away from him this time but he wasn't the kind of guy who gave up so easily. Jennifer Carlisle would be seeing him again--very soon.
*****
Jennifer ran into the bungalow and continued into the luxurious bathroom. She looked at the huge, inviting spa tub but knew that she needed more. It was going to take the thundering onslaught of the multi-head shower to calm her rattled nerves.
She turned on the water, set the temperature then stripped the wet bathing suit from her body. Stepping into the shower, she allowed the spray to hit her from every angle. The gushing warm water drenched every inch of her slender body. She just wished it could ease the agitation of her mind.
London had flustered her and she didn't like it. Not one bit. His questions were too intrusive and probing. Although he was eerily on point, he still had no right to ask. They were strangers and it was none of his business. And attractive or not, for once in her life Jennifer did not want the company of a man.
She knew that something had to be wrong with her to have an attitude like that but there it was. She just wasn't interested in London. Or in anyone, for that matter. Maybe Tracy's advice had finally kicked in and she was finally being more selective and cautious; more aware of what she needed and not only of what she wanted .
After the Jarod fiasco she certainly needed to be more careful. And as nice as London Fairchild had seemed, he was still a man and she just wasn't ready to trust another man. It didn't matter who he was.
By the time she'd washed and conditioned her hair she was beginning to feel better again. She wasn't going to let anyone ruin her vacation, least of all herself, and she had made the decision to forget about ever meeting London. The timing just wasn't right and while, perhaps, they may have been something more had they met on another occasion, it just wasn't meant to be.
She was stepping out of the shower when she heard a knock on her door. Unsure who it could be, she quickly slipped into the robe and flip-flops provided by the hotel and shuffled through the bungalow. Looking through the peephole she saw that it was a resort staff member. She opened the door.
"Yes?" she asked.
The deeply tanned, young Fijian man stood smiling broadly.
"Hello, Miss Carlisle. I've come to invite you to a big beach party that will take place tonight," he said happily. "It will be lots of fun and you can meet many people."
He handed her a flyer that stated the party details.
"Thank you. I will think about attending," Jennifer smiled.
"You must come," he insisted, genuinely excited, "It will change your life!"
Jen smiled wryly at his enthusiasm.
"I promise I'll think about it. Thanks again," she said and closed the door.
She read the flyer. The event did sound like fun and that was exactly what she needed. Was there a bette way to get out of the funk she'd started to slip into? She shrugged and decided to attend. It was time to get back to the light, happy vacation she had hoped for.
She went into the bedroom to decide what she would wear. After an aggressive debate with herself, she decided to keep it simple and chose a red mini-shift dress with thin shoulder straps. It was casual yet chic; exuding a sophisticated flair. The colorful, beaded thong sandals she had purchased specifically for the trip completed the ensemble perfectly,
He hadn't meant to spook her. He'd only wanted her to know that that she could talk to him. But he had come on too strong, too fast. It wasn't the first time for that. But it was different with Jennifer. Something was different.
He pulled the umbrella out of the sand and closed it. It gave him the perfect excuse to see her again and he already knew where she was staying. She may have gotten away from him this time but he wasn't the kind of guy who gave up so easily. Jennifer Carlisle would be seeing him again--very soon.
*****
Jennifer ran into the bungalow and continued into the luxurious bathroom. She looked at the huge, inviting spa tub but knew that she needed more. It was going to take the thundering onslaught of the multi-head shower to calm her rattled nerves.
She turned on the water, set the temperature then stripped the wet bathing suit from her body. Stepping into the shower, she allowed the spray to hit her from every angle. The gushing warm water drenched every inch of her slender body. She just wished it could ease the agitation of her mind.
London had flustered her and she didn't like it. Not one bit. His questions were too intrusive and probing. Although he was eerily on point, he still had no right to ask. They were strangers and it was none of his business. And attractive or not, for once in her life Jennifer did not want the company of a man.
She knew that something had to be wrong with her to have an attitude like that but there it was. She just wasn't interested in London. Or in anyone, for that matter. Maybe Tracy's advice had finally kicked in and she was finally being more selective and cautious; more aware of what she needed and not only of what she wanted .
After the Jarod fiasco she certainly needed to be more careful. And as nice as London Fairchild had seemed, he was still a man and she just wasn't ready to trust another man. It didn't matter who he was.
By the time she'd washed and conditioned her hair she was beginning to feel better again. She wasn't going to let anyone ruin her vacation, least of all herself, and she had made the decision to forget about ever meeting London. The timing just wasn't right and while, perhaps, they may have been something more had they met on another occasion, it just wasn't meant to be.
She was stepping out of the shower when she heard a knock on her door. Unsure who it could be, she quickly slipped into the robe and flip-flops provided by the hotel and shuffled through the bungalow. Looking through the peephole she saw that it was a resort staff member. She opened the door.
"Yes?" she asked.
The deeply tanned, young Fijian man stood smiling broadly.
"Hello, Miss Carlisle. I've come to invite you to a big beach party that will take place tonight," he said happily. "It will be lots of fun and you can meet many people."
He handed her a flyer that stated the party details.
"Thank you. I will think about attending," Jennifer smiled.
"You must come," he insisted, genuinely excited, "It will change your life!"
Jen smiled wryly at his enthusiasm.
"I promise I'll think about it. Thanks again," she said and closed the door.
She read the flyer. The event did sound like fun and that was exactly what she needed. Was there a bette way to get out of the funk she'd started to slip into? She shrugged and decided to attend. It was time to get back to the light, happy vacation she had hoped for.
She went into the bedroom to decide what she would wear. After an aggressive debate with herself, she decided to keep it simple and chose a red mini-shift dress with thin shoulder straps. It was casual yet chic; exuding a sophisticated flair. The colorful, beaded thong sandals she had purchased specifically for the trip completed the ensemble perfectly,
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