Dirty Holiday - (18+) (COMPLETED)

Hide and Seek

I found sleep easy that night, easier than I ever remember before, that was peculiar especially after witnessing such a...scene.

The sun beamed through the edges of the curtain reminding me that I didn't have to get up for work, palm trees were waving steadily outside beckoning for me to join them.

Stretching I rose from beneath the sheets and half crawled into the shower. The pink bikini resting on the edge of the bathtub almost as if we shared the dirty secret. Here I was twenty two years old, alone abroad in Hawaii, and what exactly had I been thinking about doing the majority of the time? Not thinking about touring the sites obviously. More about touring that waiters body. It wasn't a bad thing, holidays were for relaxing and not worrying about working, and I am fully consented.

There was nothing to feel guilty about. I had enjoyed it and that was that. Everyone needed a time in their lives to be a little wild. Besides my wildness was remaining here in Hawaii whilst I am here for a week, no longer. I better make the most of it.

Once I had finished washing in the shower, I put on my bikini, a pair of sandals and a sarong, and headed to the lobby. I kept my head down the entire way wary that I could've been witnessed last night during my... Rendezvous.

The smell of fresh bread wafted up my nose, so I made a quick trip to the food counter and grabbed a slice of toast before going outside.

Chlorine mixed with the scent of toast was perfect, that holiday smell we all desire.

I skirted past the outdoor bar, avoiding eye contact with everyone. As much fun as I wanted to continue having with the waiter, he was going to lose his job if he wasn't careful.

The pool was empty except from a lone man bobbing along reading on a rubber ring, but all the sun beds were taken up. People had come down early and placed towels on the beds, not really fair if you ask me, not worth fighting about mind you.

Giving up on finding a seat I finished eating my toast, placed my sandals and sarong by the side, then dived into the pool.

After swimming a few laps, I climbed out of the pool and checked to see if anyone had abandoned their sun bed. Nope, I guess today I was destined to do something other than chill out.

Maybe it would be a good thing to get out of the hotel for awhile.

After drip drying I put back on my sandals and sarong, then went back past the bar and into the lobby.

'Miss Rodriguez?!' A lady called from the front desk. Strangely she pronounced it properly, most of the time it sounded more like rod-rig-use when it's actually rod-ree-gez.

Carefully I walked over to the desk, suddenly remembering all at once everything I had done yesterday. What if someone had witnessed it and wanted me out of the hotel?

'Yes?' I asked voice shaking slightly.

'Someone left this note for you.' She handed a slip of paper over to me then carried on taking calls.

Who knew my name? Who had found out my name just to give me a 'note'. I was in deep trouble.

I unravelled the note with a shaky grip, as I edged away from the desk. In scrawled handwriting read:

Hello Miss Rodriguez,
Yep I found out your name.
Anyway, if you would do the honour of meeting me at the address below
at 20:00 I would be grateful.
Yours sincerely Lucas x

Breathe in, breathe out. Thanks for scaring the heaping bejesus out of me Lucas. Freaking stalker.

My bikini was still damp, but I tucked the note down my top anyway.

And into the abyss I went.

Laulaunui island? That's where Lucas had wanted me to meet him in the coffee shop, we weren't going to have any 'alone time' in their surely? Honestly though I had no idea whether I wanted to go their or not tonight. Here I was aimlessly walking down an Hawaii street with no money on me what so ever, how would I, by to tonight have the organisation skills to get to laulaunui island?

I looked around, as a walked. The trees and plants grew differently here, the volcanic soil probably had something to do with it. But even with the lack of rain everything managed to look all green a luscious.

The sign posts were vague, Hawaiian but most had English translations beneath. So I followed the sign that said 'beach'. I just hoped it wouldn't cost me to sit on the sand.

I lost track of time, everything here was distractingly beautiful even the sand was perfect, each grain only a fraction of a shade darker or lighter as if it had been spray painted in gold. My stomach grumbled, but I couldn't bring myself to leave, then I started to need the toilet and I knew it was time to head back.

The walk back felt a lot longer than it took to get there. My feet were sore and blisters were forming, great. 

Finally a public toilet came into view, the queue waiting to go into the ladies however I was not grateful of. The men's toilet on the other hand had not a single person in line, why couldn't women whip it out like guys. If only I had the balls that I did last night to sneak in. I was practically bouncing on the spot, clutching my legs together.

Half an hour later I stumbled into the hotel lobby looking like a lost drunk, limping with every step. I was starving, next time I leave this complex I needed money. I hobbled to the food table and found that I'd missed lunch and they were already serving dinner. Well, I'd just have to have two portions worth to make up for it.

Thankfully there wasn't a queue for the food so I grabbed myself a tray and heaped a pile of mash and sausages onto it, for a foreign country this hotel seemed to enjoy serving British cuisines.

Sitting down I slid off my shoes slowly and dug into my meal. Half bite through a sausage a waiter came up behind me.

'Would you like a drink ma'am?' I turned around expecting Lucas, but it was a different more tanned waiter.

'Yes please, a mango spritzer please.' He smiled then left to make the drink behind the bar I had misused yesterday. I couldn't help myself but giggle slightly.

Not long after finishing my food, I went back up to my room and flopped onto my bed.

'You're getting too old, Zofia.' I laughed at myself. 'It's only 7.'

Untucking the note from my top I examined it again... Laulaunui island. What could it hurt?