Violet sat scrunched up in the seat of the plane and tried desperately not to touch the person next to her. He was big, sweaty, and smelly and she was counting down the minutes until the plane touched down in Montego Bay. The plane ride had been uneventful, but she swore they packed as many people as possible into the plane and made everyone carry the least amount of luggage as possible. She figured this way all the tourists were required to purchase cheaply made t-shirts and shorts while in Jamaica and then leave all these items in the hotel room in order to fit their personal items back in the miniscule suitcases that were 'standard' size as the airline stated.
The plane descended into Montego Bay and Violet smiled, knowing in a few short hours she was going to be sitting by the pool in her bikini, sipping a rum and coke, and forgetting the last few days. Violet's face fell a bit as she tried not to think about the last few days. The other seat next to her was empty and she knew that in a perfect world Jeremy would have been sitting next to her. They would have been holding hands the whole flight and he would have been playing with her engagement and wedding ring, mostly to show it off to the other passengers. Instead, she was alone. She was glad that she could take this trip and have a week alone, without worry, before going back home to the chaos that awaited her.
Violet was one of the last to get off the plane and once she got her luggage, she made her way to the bus awaiting her. She was the last to get on and sat in the front as the bus weaved its way through the winding roads to her resort. She and Jeremy were supposed to be staying at the couples only resort near the airport, but she had been smart enough to switch to the family oriented resort next door. That meant she was allowed to stay in a room by herself, but could walk next door to enjoy the more adult atmosphere.
Violet got into her room and flopped onto the bed. It was a nice room and had a king size bed with a small TV on the dresser. The bathroom had a tub and shower and her view was of the back of the resort overlooking the mountains. She thought she remembered reading that the coffee grown on those mountains was very good, but since she didn't drink coffee it didn't mean much to her. After unpacking her things, she put on her black two-piece. It was pretty skimpy, but had a full top that held in her breasts. She hadn't made it to the tanning salon before the trip so her pale skin was a sharp contrast to the black color of her suit. She slid on her cute white sandals and grabbing her beach bag and hotel key, was off to the pool.
Violet settled on a lounge chair and pulled out the novel she had brought. She had actually brought the whole seven books of the 'Chronicles of Narnia'. She had always wanted to read the books and when she saw the books in the airport shop, she figured she needed something to distract her. Lying on her tummy, she put her strawberry blonde hair up into a ponytail, tucking the ends under her cute pink hat and began to read.
She must have lost track of time because she didn't even notice the shadow over her until she heard a loud cough.
"You need sunscreen on your back or you're going to be crispy like a chicken." Violet looked up and saw a very tall black man standing over her. He was smiling and holding a bottle of sunscreen.
"Excuse me?" Violet sat up and felt the heat radiating from her back. She was indeed beginning to burn.
"Your back is burning and since it looks like you're here alone, I am going to sacrifice myself and offer to put lotion on your back." He was still smiling as Violet scowled at him.
"You always this cocky?"
"Yes. I'm Malcolm by the way. I'm here alone as well, but I'll tell you that story over dinner tonight."
Malcolm sat down and began to rub lotion on her back and arms. He was gentle and she liked the feel of his hands on her back. His hands were large and strong yet very soft. It was a strange combination, very different then Jeremy's hands that were always manicured and moisturized.
"So are you going to tell me your name?"
"I'm Violet. That feels nice." Violet tried not to enjoy the massage that Malcolm was giving her, but it was too late. She pouted a bit as he removed his hands.
"So are we eating at the seafood restaurant or the Italian restaurant?"
Malcolm settled himself on a lounge chair next to Violet and pulled out the local newspaper, he began reading, not really interested in her answer.
"Who says I'm going out to dinner with you?"
"I said so. Happy families surround us and both of us are alone. We should enjoy this time together."
Violet rolled her eyes and muttered some words under her breath. She continued reading her novel and as the sun began to set, she started packing up her things.
"I'll meet you outside the seafood restaurant at 6pm." Malcolm leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek and he was off, making his way to the other side of the resort. Violet just shook her head and walked towards her room. She thought about how forward this man had been, but she figured that it wasn't like he was paying for dinner and you only got to eat at that restaurant once a week so she might as well have a dining partner and not look so pathetic eating alone.
At six o'clock, she stood at the entrance of the restaurant. Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing a flowered sundress. She was wearing the same sandals as she did during the day and had a touch of makeup. She glanced around and saw Malcolm already at a table. She walked over and sat down.
"Hi."
"Well hello yourself. You look amazing tonight. I'm sorry I was so forward at the pool today. I have a thing for redheads." Malcolm grinned. He was wearing beige pants with a nice white shirt. He smelled of some manly cologne.
"I'm not a redhead. It's strawberry blonde."
"Stubborn I see. We'll get along well then."
Violet giggled and the ice was broken. They chatted through dinner. Violet told him that she needed to get away for a while and needed a vacation alone. She left out the part of her fiancé leaving her at the altar, figuring she needed to keep her secrets. Malcolm had told her how he was in business for himself and had finally arranged for a holiday, the first in over five years. Violet had tried to figure out how old Malcolm was since he barely looked twenty-five and there were not many twenty year olds with their own business. On the other hand, she knew she looked much younger than thirty-five.
"We should take a walk on the beach."
Malcolm got up and led Violet towards the beach. He held her hand and she didn't protest. It felt comfortable and normal. She slipped off her sandals as they made their way onto the cold sand. The sun was almost setting and it cast a reddish glow over the water. They walked in silence until they were in front of the building where her room was.
"Well, I had a nice time Malcolm. Thank you."
"Oh no you don't. I'm a perfect gentleman. I am going to walk you to your room."
Violet rolled her eyes and let him follow her to her room. Just as she was about to open the door and say her goodnights, he grabbed her and kissed her hard, pressing her against the door. She felt his hot lips against hers and moaned loudly. She dropped her purse and keys as her hands held his strong biceps. Malcolm's hands snaked through her hair and pulled her closer. He slid his tongue into her mouth and licked her tongue softly.
"Dear God."
