The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 3

As the taxi pulled up outside the El Oceano Beach Hotel, I couldn't wait for a few days of laying beside the pool, swimming in the sea and chilling out. Another perk of being best friends with a millionaire.

"I'll pay, you take the bags," I said to H. She nodded and strutted into the tall glass 5* hotel that stood before us. I handed the driver some cash and walked after H.

As I neared the corner, I heard H's "flirty" laugh and rolled my eyes. Give it 5 minutes and he'll be wrapped round her little finger.

I turned the corner and froze. My jaw fell open and I nearly dropped my bag.

The victim of Harriet's batting eyelashes and hair-twiddling was the blonde guy. Plane guy. Smirky annoying hot guy who's got worse lines than an 90 year old's face. Here. In our hotel.

I slapped my forehead and groaned. The plane journey had been bad enough - the highlight being my trip to the toilet. And with the state of the on-board loo, that's saying something. And now I had to endure a whole week of him.

Suddenly, this holiday wasn't looking so hot.

"Laura!" H shrieked, running up to me. "This is Tom and Harry. Tom and Harry, this is Laura."

So the twat has a name.

"Hi," Harry said, smiling a melt-your-heart kind of smile. He had golden-brown hair that spiked up a tiny bit at the top, and rich brown eyes. Pretty hot, if you were into that kind of thing. Tom stood silently, smirking (surprise, surprise).

Harriet looked at both of us then said awkwardly, "Oh... Do you two know eachother?!"

"Sadly," I sighed.

"I had the pleasure of Laura's company for the plane journey over here. What a coincidence we're at the same hotel," Tom said, far too satisfied with himself.

"Oh! You're the guy-"

I shot a warning glance at H and she stopped abruptly.

"We'll see you around then, guys," she smiled, winking at Harry. She spun on her heels and grabbed my hand, leading me behind her, Harry checking her out as she went.

"Well that was awkward," she snorted as we walked to room 127. "What the hell are the chances of that?!"

"Seriously low, H. Just my friggin' luck," I scowled.

"Lighten up, La! They're HOT," she said. Typical.

"Not the point, babe. He's an idiot," I tried to reason with her.

"Laura!" Here we go. "Since he met you, all he's done is chat you up and you're complaining?! I don't understand you sometimes. Those two are the most good-looking guys I have ever seen, one of them is obviously into you and the other won't take me long. It's the perfect situation! Trust me, La. This holiday just got one hell of a lot better."

I sighed. I suppose she was right. I'd definitely seen worse. But he may well be the cockiest guy I know. Oh well, we'll just have to see how this goes. *Trying to block a mental image of him and Harry in trunks*.

Wait, did I just think that?! The heat's obviously messing with my brain. I don't do "boys".

My thoughts were sharply interrupted when H opened the door to our room. "Room" being the understatement of the century.

In the centre of one wall was a gigantic king-sized bed, with crisp white sheets and pale lilac canopy. Either side were huge French windows and matching drawn lilac curtains. The walls were a simple white and the floor was a light brown shiny wood. To the left of the bed were two white and silver sofas, a glass coffee table between them, and a massive plasma screen TV on the wall. To the right was a white granite kitchen counter, next to a massive ensuite bathroom with a huge white shiny bath and a crystal silver shower. There was a large balcony overlooking a huge turquoise swimming pool, a long stretch of golden sand and a bright turquoise sea.

"Woah." My jaw dropped for the second time in 10 minutes.

"You like?"

"No. Quite frankly, I don't think I can stoop to this level. How could you book such a hell hole?" I winked at her.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."