Rockstar Alert!

Chapter 2

I'm already exhausted.
The flight wasn't bad, quite the opposite, there was barely any turbulence. But it was very very long, excruciatingly long. No human being was made to be in a flying metal tube for that long.
I just want to get to my hotel room and take a nap. I slept on the plane for a few hours, but it wasn't nearly enough. And the soreness on my shoulder and back muscles is telling me that I probably slept in a horrible position the whole time.
Yep, I need a nap and then a nice hot bath to soothe my sore muscles. And then I'll be as good as new.
Thankfully, the resort is only fifteen minutes away from the airport and luck is on my side today because it doesn't take me long to pick up my bags and find a cab.
The cab driver talks to me the whole time, in Spanish, glancing at me from time to time from the rearview mirror, as if I'm understanding exactly what he's saying when I couldn't be further from that. But that's probably my fault since I greeted him in Spanish and informed him that I did speak a little. He was probably thinking that I was being modest when I was being nothing but honest. I know the basics and that's it. I haven’t spoken Spanish since I left high school years ago. He could be telling me he's going to kidnap me or take me to a mafia boss and I'd have no idea.
Are mafia bosses even a thing in Mexico? Or is that entirely fictional?
I guess I'll never know.
But I'm pretty sure he threw in the word chicken somewhere in the conversation, so I guess I'm safe. Unless it's a code word for something else entirely.
Nevertheless, I've been smiling and nodding along to everything he's been saying. Just in case he's kidnapping me.
Soon enough, he's pulling up at the resort.
The building is huge. It looks even bigger and more majestic than it did in the pictures I saw online.
As we get closer, my jaw drops as I'm taking in all the beauty of this place.
When I climb out of the car, my mouth still wide open, I have to stop for a couple of minutes to look around and take everything in.
This place is breathtaking.
It's a five-star resort so I expected nothing but the best but this is just something else.
This place is already exceeding my expectations and I'm yet to step foot inside.
I can't help but notice how the atmosphere surrounding this place feels so peaceful. I don't think I've ever been anywhere like this. And I've travelled quite a bit. Even the breeze is different here, more pure, lighter, is gentle against my exposed skin.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air.
This is exactly what I needed.
The moment is interrupted by the cab driver.
“Beautiful isn't it?” he asks in Spanish, after getting my bags for me, smiling while he gives me a knowing look.
“It is,” I agree.
Because how could I not?
He's not even surprised or shows signs of being remotely phased by my reaction. I bet every single tourist he drives here has the same exact reaction.
How could they not?
This place belongs in dreams and postcards, not real life.
Dammit, I'm starting to regret only booking it for 10 days. I should've just made a two-week reservation. Maybe I'll ask them if it's possible to extend my stay a few days. But I'll give it a day or two first. It might not be as good as it seems, although that's very hard to believe.
I shake my head.
Enough daydreaming already.
It's time for me to get in my room and sleep for a few hours. The jet lag is also starting to get to me.
I pay him and thank him for everything.
He offers to show me around later but I gently decline. I'm sure he has better things to do and judging by the amount of tourists I see arriving, I strongly suspect he has a busy work day ahead of him.
Nevertheless, it was a very kind offer from him when I'm certain he's incredibly busy today so I leave him a good tip, hoping that it's enough to show him my gratitude and appreciation for the warm welcome into his country. If everyone around here is half as nice as him, I'm gonna have a wonderful time. Although I have to admit that as someone who's lived in New York practically their whole life, I'm not exactly used to strangers being so warm and friendly and so ready to help.
In New York, everyone's too busy with their own lives to even spare a second to do as much as look at the other side, let alone care about strangers. The cab drivers there are nothing like him, they don't care if I have too much luggage if it's too heavy for me to carry all by myself or if I'm familiar with the place I ask them to take me. They're always on the run. Everyone is. Maybe that's the problem. That we never take a break. Don't even stop to look at what's right in front of us. Don't even pause to take a breath.
As I make my way to the lobby, I can't help but get distracted as I head for the check-in line.
This place is as breathtaking on the inside as on the outside or even more, I dare to say.
As much as I'd love to explore it right now, I'll have to leave that for later, after my power nap. My head is killing me and I feel like I might drop dead anytime soon.
The check-in line is long, which is not surprising, considering how many people were arriving at the same time as me.
As soon as I have the room keys in my hand, I head for my room, using all my strength not to give in to the distractions that I find on my way. It seems that they have some welcoming activities going on today that I'll happily check out after my well-deserved rest.
Only when I'm inside the elevator and the doors close, I'm safe from them.
As soon as I step into my room I drop my purse to the floor.
The room is so spacious. It definitely has more than enough room for me, which is great, since this will be my home for the next few days and I know how messy I can be, especially since I don't plan on wasting too much time tidying and organizing stuff while I'm here. I'm here on vacation after all.
I immediately run for the window, getting instantly mesmerised by what my eyes see. I can't believe this view.
The window overlooks the ocean, its water so crystal clear that I can see the fishes and the rocks under it. I can also see the pool area from here. That will probably be my first stop after my nap. I'm too tired to get to the beach.
I'm utterly speechless as my eyes roam the view. I can't believe I'm actually here.
It takes me a while, but I finally tear my eyes away from the window and take my shoes off before I jump onto the bed.
It's so comfortable. This mattress feels amazing against my stiff back. Perfect for a good night's sleep, a theory that I intend on testing right away. I don't even care about changing out of my clothes. It's too late for that now, I'm too comfortable to even think about moving a muscle.
I close my eyes, the only sound the waves crashing against the shore. The soothing sound of the waves and the fatigue combined  in no time have my mind drifting off to sleep.
Until I start to hear an obnoxious noise. I don't mean to be that kind of person but this is insufferable, and it's coming from the room next door. It sounds like some kind of music, but it's hard to tell when it's this loud.
I give it a few minutes for them to stop, but fifteen minutes later the music is still going strong, if not worse. As much as I hate it, that leaves me no other option but to go knock on their door.
Ugh, just when I'm the most comfortable I've ever been in my life.
What a way to start this vacation.
I get up before I lose the nerve and quickly cross the short distance that separates the two rooms.
I knock loudly on the door, to make sure they can hear it over the music. But no one comes to get the door. I knock again harder and as I'm about to knock again, the door flies open while my hand is mid-air, revealing the most attractive man I've ever seen in my life.
My eyes run over the length of his body, taking in his dark clothes and they perfectly fit his strong body.
I swallow, momentarily forgetting what had bothered me before.
Until the sound of someone clearing their throat brings my attention back to the present moment.