It'll be Fun!

Chapter Six

Juliana paced in her room, wondering if she dared go through with her somewhat crazy plan. On the one hand, it sounded fun. And kinda romantic. Not that Valentina had given any indication that she was looking for something romantic. Quite the contrary, in fact.

Which, in turn, fascinated her even more. Why was Valentina being so standoffish? She's single, she's staying at a lesbian resort, she's on vacation. Sure, Valentina said she hates all women at the moment, but that didn't mean her, did it?

The woman had somehow enthralled Juliana. It didn't hurt that Valentina had only been wearing a bikini in their two encounters. She closed her eyes, picturing those smooth, tanned legs, the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts. Damn. She hadn't been this physically attracted to someone in quite a while. Well, the volleyball player aside.

Valentina was older, she was an accountant and seemed to be a bit uptight. Her usual tastes were obviously quite the opposite of Juliana. But then, so were Juliana's.

"Well, it's not like I want to marry her," she murmured. She just wanted to get to know her, and her amazing body, a little better. She saw nothing wrong with a little vacation fling. It would be fun.

Of course, there was also Tess. Tess had finally given up Valentina's room number, despite it 'breaking every privacy policy in the book', she had made Juliana promise that she wasn't stalking her. And she wasn't. She would simply go to her room, suggest a walk on the beach and mind her manners. And if Valentina asked her to leave, she would. Yes, of course she would. It wasn't like she would resort to begging.

But damn, she was cute. And she had those killer blue eyes. And that body.

"Hmm... Maybe I would beg a little," she said to the empty room. And laughed. "But I'm not a stalker!"

She took the stairs up to the second floor, not trusting the rickety elevator, even though Tess had assured her it was perfectly safe. She walked quietly down the empty hallway, pausing at Room 122.

"God, I hope she isn't pissed."

* * * * *

Valentina opened her eyes, hearing a faint knocking. She rolled over, assuming it was another room. The knocking got louder. She opened her eyes again, fumbling for her phone.

"Eleven thirty?" She rolled over and pounded her pillow with a sigh, only to throw the covers off as the knocking got louder. She marched to the door and jerked it open. "What?"

"Good. You're still up." Juliana said with her signature smile.

Valentina stared in disbelief, then gave the brunette her best scowl. "You? Really? You?"

Juliana's smile didn't fade as she nodded. "Yeah. You remember me, right? Juliana. We chatted by the pool earlier." She grinned. "You had Sex on the Beach."

Valentina rolled her eyes at Juliana's reference to her drink. "There'd better be a fire. It's the middle of the night and you're knocking on my door. So there'd better be a fire!"

Juliana shook her head. "First, it's not the middle of the night. And second, if there was a fire, you would hear women screaming and running down the hallway. Maybe even hear sirens too." She stepped back and made a show of looking in both directions. "Nope, no fire."

Valentina sighed. "Then what could you possibly be doing here?"

An amused Juliana tapped an imaginary watch on her wrist. "Hurry up. Get dressed."

"What? It's the middle of the night. I'm not getting dressed."

"It's not the middle of the night. It's not even midnight."

"When you've been in bed since nine-thirty, it's the middle of the freakin' night," Valentina said in exasperation. The woman was annoying. Whatever in the world made her think she was cute? "I want to go back to sleep."

"Good God! You went to bed at nine thirty?" Juliana's eyes were nearly popping out of her head. "I thought you were on vacation. Valentina, really, you're acting like you're, you know, forty or something," she teased.

Valentina stared at her. "I'm not even going to reply to that. Good night," she said, intending to close the door. But she wasn't surprised to find a hand blocking her.

"Come on. Put some shorts on. You're wasting time," Juliana whined.

It was only then that Valentina realised her lack of clothing. She was horrified that she was standing at the door in nothing but her underwear and a sleep shirt. She immediately pulled the shirt down to cover her underwear, realising how ridiculous she was being. Juliana had already seen her in a bikini.

"What... are you doing here?"

"The moon. The midnight moon. The sun and the moon are aligned. The tide will be exceptional, but we have to hurry."

Valentina's patience was slipping. "What are you talking about?"

"We're going to the beach. Come on. It'll be fun."

"What? No!" Valentina was beginning to think this woman was crazy.

"Yes. It's a full moon tonight. At midnight, it'll be right over the beach, over the water. It'll be fantastic."

Valentina stared at her, slowly shaking her head. "Are you serious? You woke me up for that? Because I'm fairly certain I've seen a full moon before."

"But, Valentina, you have not seen one like this."

The words were spoken so quietly, so softly, that Valentina had no retort. Maybe it was the way Juliana said her name that left her speechless. So, deciding there was no point arguing, she simply walked back into her room, grabbed the shorts she had discarded earlier that evening, pulled  them over her long legs and slipped her feet into a pair of sandals. Apparently, she was going to the beach to look at a full moon.