There were a million thoughts going through Ethan’s head at that moment, but the vast majority were memories of how Andrea could always fuck like a banshee. That had been what they did best, wasn’t it? He swore he could still feel the shadow of some of the aches she had a unique way of leaving behind long after he watched that diabolical ass sway its way naked into the bathroom to shower and change. “There’s no forgetting you, Andrea,” he assured her in a low, lusty tone, ringing his arms around the waist of her statuesque figure. His stubble-clad expression smirked as the brunette worked to remove the smudge of her lips from his neck. “I never minded it when you left lipstick stains somewhere else, did I? But,” his gaze swept the room expectantly. “I’m probably keeping you from someone, aren’t I? A trip down memory lane with us wouldn’t end well for whoever you’re here with.”
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The truth was that Andrea had thought about Ethan a few times in the years they spent apart. In some of her loneliest points, she used to wonder if she’d feel the same pull to him in the present — If being around him would make the little hairs at the back of her neck raise and her lips feel hotter with the mere desire to feel him and have him consume her. A couple minutes with him gave her that answer, loud and clear: Yes. Fuck yes. The low, lust-heavy tone of his voice as he reassured her he couldn’t forget about her, followed by the innuendo that sparked the vivid image of her on her knees, in a restaurant bathroom, sucking his cock with all of her might until he gifted her throat with his hot cum, right there and then, because she couldn’t wait to get back to his place to have him... Nothing else between them ever clicked, not completely, but that same hunger for him bubbled in her chest to the point that it almost ached. “You didn’t, hm? I don’t know, Eth.. It’s been so long ago that I’m not sure I remember all the details..” In that moment, Andrea wasn’t simply teasing him. Her tone had lowered and was riddled with all the lust and impatience she felt spread inside of her like wildfire. If there was truly no forgetting her, he’d know she was alluding to a revisit of that memory among many. “You can let that weight drop off your shoulders. I’m here alone.” Her tongue wet her lips as her one hand slid down, caressing the firm muscles of his chest. “How’bout you? Is there someone back in the cabin who’ll mind if you and I reminisce old times?”
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Calvin felt as if he’d just woken up on a fluffy cloud. The mattress underneath his back was soft and adjusted perfectly to his size. Him and Ellie had stayed in a few fancy hotels before, but the whole experience waiting for them in Cosmo Amore planted a wide, giddy smile on his face. His girlfriend was still asleep, her head resting on his chest, over his heart. He let her rest, his fingers tracing little caresses up and down her arm. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been watching the goosebumps on the trail he left on her skin, but eventually he felt her move. “G’morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he murmured after planting a kiss on her hair, his voice husky from the hours he went by without speaking.
Rosa’s attention definitely perked up now that the blue eyed man was rummaging behind the bar to find her a drink. Her back straightened, arms crossed over the counter as if she were a student in a very interesting class. “In this dress?” She feigned shock, jaw dropping momentarily before she laughed. “If I try to ‘hop’, I’ll show the goods to everyone in here. I’m sure they’d appreciate it, but I’m off the clock.” Instead of literally jumping over the counter, she leaned forward, trying to see everything he was doing behind there. “Can I get mine with an orange slice and a cinnamon stick? I like it sweet.”
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From where Calvin stood, only the top half of the woman’s body was visible. He’d made a point not to let his eyes travel down that top half until then. Just because he was comfortable with nudity and wouldn’t mind those sorts of looks directed at him, it didn’t mean that she did too — he knew nothing about her, after all. But, at her light-hearted comment, he slipped. His bright eyes darted down at he narrow waist, the full breasts that became the center of attention in that dress... The man had to clear his throat discreetly before speaking. “In my defense, I can’t really see how short or tight your dress is from where I’m standin’. I’ll take your word for it though.” He nodded, complying to her request. It took him an extra minute to find the cinnamon sticks and the oranges and a couple of failed attempts to cut a thin orange slice before getting it right. As he’d almost completed her drink, his eyebrows furrowed as something occured to him. “Wait, going back to what you said for a second, about you being off the clock.. What does that mean? Are you a model?” She certainly looked like she could be.
“Thanks,” Odette replied, not much help, since she couldn’t see where it all was kept from her side of the bar. “Uh huh, uh huh,” she teased as he tried to come up with an excuse. “Oh, I’ll give you a tip all right,” she said dryly, obviously still messing around with him. After the glass was set in front of her, she made a point of setting a couple bills out on the counter. “No? Your life was already spicy enough? Maybe I should be jealous,” she remarked, amused. “Since I definitely needed to.” She had to laugh at his last remark though and nodded along with him. “And have you partaken of all of those perks, then?” she asked, coy little smile on her face, before taking a sip of tha twine.
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Calvin’s head bowed forward as quiet laughter shook his shoulders. Whoever this gorgeous woman was, she seemed to know how to tease and mess around. “Careful, don’t get my hopes up for no reason,” he joked back. His body was propped on two elbows over the counter as he had the first sip of his drink. Neat. Even he couldn’t mess up a simple whiskey on the rocks. “That’s one way to describe it,” he mused whilst raising his shoulders. “I’ve been travel vlogging around the globe with my girlfriend for a few years now. We’re non-monogamous too, so.. We don’t hold back from the things we want.” Ellie understood him in every way. They agreed that, once you stay still for too long, caught up in the same boring routine day after day, the sweetness of life eventually turns sour. His heart was hers but the rest of him could still explore and have fun, just like she could. Most people weren’t as fortunate. “Well.. You’re here now. You can make up for all the lost time.” He held her gaze as he drank another sip of his cold drink. “Nah, you probably would’ve heard of it if I had,” he taunted lightly, a coy smirk curving the corner of his mouth. Calvin was an out and proud exhibitionist, after all. “I’ve only been here for a couple of days though, so I’m not panicking. How about you? I bet you attracted all eyes on you the moment you walked in.” She’d certainly captured his.
Charlotte was sitting in the restaurant with about six plates full of food in front of her. She had been unable to pick one thing to get, so here she was, staring at it all in… horror? Amusement? Maybe a little of both. She could, at least, take any and all leftovers back with her, but… “Hey! You! You look hungry,” she called out and tried flagging down a stranger. “Take a seat, help yourself! I got waaaaay too much food! Please please please help me!” she begged and pouted at them playfully. They couldn’t resist her cute face, right?!
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For a resort that specialized on typically “weird” or “peculiar” themes, for Calvin this had to be the oddest scenario he’d encountered since arriving. He’d been invited to dinner before of course, but never from someone who was already sitting at the table and had several, untouched plates on it. “Uh, apparently I am?” he notioned whilst pulling the empty chair back, a light chuckle leaving his mouth. “Props to you for the coolest dinner invite ever. I’m Calvin,” he said whilst reaching out a hand to shake hers. “Did you plan on pulling that stunt all along or did you realize you’d taken on way more than you could chew once the plates got here?”
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“Definitely not. But imagine opening it with a man? Then you’d be dealing with both a split partnership in the company, but also having to get over a heartbreak when they fuck up.” For someone who had never even been engaged, Kasia wasn’t exactly the most positive to marriage, but she did appreciate partnerships. Whether those were platonic, romantic or just erotic. After all, she had suggested to different business partners who she’d bonded with in a friendly matter even, that they could come visit the island too. “Seconding that. And look how perfect, we’re at an island where that’s the specialty. Fucking around, whether it’s with your partner or someone else.” Finishing off her glass of wine, Kasia reached for the bottle, filling up her glass, before offering to give Andrea a refill too. “So now that you’re getting to get your toes wet in the water here… Anyone catching your eyes?”
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Andrea’s facial features contorted with discomfort the second she indulged that idea. “Yeah, no. Thanks, but no, thanks.” She liked to think that she’d done many things right when it came to her business ( after all, what else did she have left these days? ), one of them being the fact that her business associates were picked strictly on their skills and not on their ties with her personal life. Kasia had been a god-given gift who’d done a fantastic job at advertising her restaurant, but it was through work that they’d been growing closer to friendly territory. “You know, I did think of involving my ex in the business once. When I thought that he wasn’t going to be an ex, ever.” When she’d said yes to his proposal, she’d done it because she could see him as her partner for life. It’d been extremely naive of her, but she could never imagine their relationship going south or him betraying her like that. “I’m so glad I didn’t. It spared me a lot of shit.” The brunette finished off her own glass before letting Kasia refill it. “Oh, that... I’ve yet to come across one unattractive person, but I’ve been checking out this guy, Roman? I’m pretty sure he’s been checking me out too. And then... There’s Ethan, one of the hottest guys you’ll ever see in your life. We used to date a lifetime ago, which is crazy.” Out of habit more than anything else, she hesitated before finishing her sentence. “He’s the craziest sex of my life, Kas. We could...go at it for hours, and hours.“ A little surprised laugh bubbled in her throat at her own admission. The mix of alcohol and the presence of an open-minded friend made most of the truth slip out of her lips more easily than usual. “How’bout you? Have you been exploring the waters or are you focused on Wyatt?”
Long-legged and curvaceous and built for sex from the toe up, there was no mistaking the woman who approached him even after God only knew how many years. Ethan went slack-jawed, an awkward expression that only lasted as long as it took to sink in and then his open mouth was turning into a wide grin as he stood, pulled Andrea into a very close hug. “Drea! Holy fuck, you’re here?! I should have known Cosmo would be your speed,” he laughed, burying a kiss against her cheek. And maybe a bit against her neck. “Saying it’s been too long would be understating things, hrmm? Some of the bruises you left lasted a long, long time.”
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Andrea knew very well that most men aged like fine wine, but holy...fucking...shit. The sight of Ethan’s face after so many years quite literally took her breath away. How could he have grown to be a hundred times more handsome and so much sexier? She’d already locked him in her mind as the sexiest, most restless guy she’d ever dated. Whatever expression rested on her features in that moment, she was relieved that he’d most likely blame it on the shock of their unlikely reunion. “I’m offended you dared to forget in the first place,” she joked whilst knowing that even she’d almost forgotten who she used to be. A small laugh of disbelief and joy left her lips as slender arms wrapped around his waist. The soft skin of her chest pressed against the stone-carved muscles that surely laid under that shirt, neck tilting on the side as he pressed that kiss almost below her ear. Pearl whites bit her bottom lip, holding back the little moan that almost escaped at the slightest contact of his mouth on her skin. “You’re one to talk! It’s like you vanished off the face of the earth.” One hand slid up and wrapped around the side of his neck so that she could plant a kiss on his earlobe. Only after pulling back did she realize she’d left a blood painted mark of her lips there. “Oops. Not quite a bruise, but...I kinda just marked you,” she admitted jokingly. Her other arm unwrapped from his waist too so that she could place her hand on the other side of his neck — thumb brushing slowly over the lipstick mark to wipe it off.
Roman watched as she swam closer towards him, before she was close enough to hold onto the edge. He did enjoy teasing and light conversations where it was so many underlying things left unsaid, yet said at the same time. Oh it was definitely why he’d never care for online dating. So much was lost when you didn’t have body language, tone and nuances to use. “What fool would I be to not miss your beauty?” He responded with the same teasing tone. “I was there. Nothing interesting happening, so I went up to the hotel again, and here we are now.” Looking over the pool, he thought about her suggestion, before shrugging and pulling off his shirt. “I’ll join you here, but be warned. I only have my boxers, not swimming trunks on me.”
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A sly, wide smirk took its place on Andrea’s mouth as soon as she heard Roman’s response. “Great rhetorical question,” she applauded teasingly. Oh, she’d missed this — there was no harm in admitting that much to herself. She’d missed flirting, teasing, and that atmosphere that charged around two people the longer their little games lasted. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off her lungs by endulging in such simple acts after so long, letting a supressed part of hers breathe again. Bright, azure irises darted over his chest and abdomen as he took his shirt off. Roman was a very, very attractive man. “And that’s different...how exactly?” the brunette retorted lightly with an arch of her eyebrow. All that changed was the fabric and the stigma around the former. “Who knows? I may be wearing my fancy bra and panties in here. You wouldn’t be able to tell.”
Kitty was relaxing and just having fun, though she was hoping Charlotte would come to the bar soon enough so she could actually get some drinks, rather than continuing to order the damn sodas or virgin versions. Damn America. Why did the resort have to be in stupid America? She just wanted some drinks! Europe would have let her order a damn fishbowl’s worth of mojitos based of what she’d heard even! But when some guy, clearly not the bartender, jumped behind the bar, she immediately got more interested, poking her head up. “Daiquiris?” She said with a little laugh as he continued on with saying he could just do the basic two ingredient drinks. “Okay so since absolutely none of those sounds good, how about a shot of vodka that I can pour into my soda? Because I’m a sweet type of drinks girl.”
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The expression of utter confusion on Cal’s face upon hearing her initial order must’ve given away the fact he had no clue what that was. If she’d picked some brand, chances were he could find it. But if she’d requested a cocktail... “—Great. I can pour you a shot of vodka,” he agreed whilst nodding his head a couple times and reaching for the first bottle of vodka that caught his eye: Cold River. “I can’t promise you that the particular one won’t spice up your sweet drink.” And to think that he once considered bartending to be the easier job in the world... “Here you go.” As soon as Cal opened the bottle, he flipped it over the hem of the younger blonde’s glass and let a decent amount pour. “D’you want some ice with that? Won’t be much of a Cold River without something actually cold in it.”
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Rosa was getting tired of waiting to be served. In fact, she was about to quit and call it a night. Maybe she could get the room service to bring her a bottle of something up to her cabin. But then, out of nowhere a man decided to jump over the bar and present himself as a bartender. Rosa almost squealed with joy, but she managed to keep it together, simply perking up at this question. “Well, when you give me so many options…I think I’ll have to go for the gin tonic? I’m feeling kind of adventurous tonight.” She joked, a small laugh escaping blood red painted lips. “Let me know if you need any help. I don’t have your skills but I can mix a drink or two.”
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Calvin’s shoulders shook as he laughed quietly at her joke. “Damn, you don’t play around,” he teased in return before reaching out to pick the right glasses — or at least what he recalled to be the right glasses — with newfound enthusiasm. Having drinks became a hundred times more fun when the company was just as good and the brunette’s wit painted as someone who could be a very fun company. “Oh yeah? What are you waitin’ for then? Please hop in and save my ass from embarrassment.” He knew how to mix the basic drinks, but he made room for her to jump inside nonetheless. While the man had several reasons for being there that went beyond what most people at the resort would expect, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to get closer to like-minded strangers. Especially not when they looked as beautiful and sexy as her.
Odette had been sitting there and minding her own business when the man near her suddenly leapt over the bar. She was so startled she had to laugh. “Yeah, I don’t want any of those things,” she remarked with amusement. “Think you can find a bottle of red wine back there? I would love a glass of that,” she suggested and smiled a bit. “You are lucky we’re not at a normal place or you would get kicked out sooo fast,” she teased, leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Or do you actually work here and you’re trying to spice things up?” she wondered, though only in jest. She’d been in here enough to know what the regular bartenders looked like. She’d have remembered him anyway.
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Wine. Of course. Cal’s shoulders fell as an embarassed smile was formed on his mouth. “Yeah, I’m—pretty sure I can find a bottle of red,” he admitted before turning around to get to the task at hand. The tall man scanned the shelves, then the storage under the counter, until he found a bottle of Rex Hill. After he placed it on the counter top, he reached for a wine glass and a wine opener so that he could prepare her drink. “What?! I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here filling the shoes of...” opening the wine required more strength than most people thought, “the slacking bartender. If anything I should be getting tonight’s tips,” he joked. Once he poured her the drink, he slid it over and went ahead to make a simple glass of whiskey on the rocks for him. “Believe it or not, I didn’t need to come here to spice things up.” He leaned forward too, his green eyes catching the sight of her brighter ones. “Though I’m not about to turn down the perks of such an open resort, either.”
[Megan Fox, 32, bisexual, cisfemale, she/her] Well look at that! ANDREA DAVIS is checking in all alone. I wonder who she’s going to be cosying up to then. Luckily for our other guests, she’s real into PUBLIC SEX & DIRTY TALK, even if she hates DADDY/MOMMY & FEET. The SWITCH is typically described as CHARISMATIC & PLAYFUL though I’ve heard rumors she can be DISTRUSTING & BOSSY. I think she’ll fit right in here regardless!
CHARACTER SYNOPSIS:
Intelligent, hard-working, independent, sleek, charming, charismatic, beautiful, flirtateous, confident, hedonistic and bold: Andrea Davis appears forthcoming, much like an open book, when that’s far from the truth. None of her maneurs in the resort let people know of her compassionate nature, the burning passion in her veins, her need to create or her difficulty to adapt. Her mind is always running, processing, worrying about fifty different things at once. She doesn’t anyone know that she’s even struggling to begin with, though. On the outside, she’s handling it all: her ever-growing business, her estranged friendships, the loss of her parent and her failed engagement.
At just 32 years old, she has managed to be the CEO of a restaurant chain called “Daphne’s Kitchen” with three successful stores and a forth on the way. It all started with a recipe book of her great-great grandmother named Daphne: a traditional Greek woman who fed nine children. It was said that her cooking smelled so good that the whole village knew what she was making. That book ended in Andrea’s arms from her grandma and it became her saving grace. For Andrea, who could cook basic recipes before she could write. For Andrea, who didn’t want to waste her youth in more studies than necessary. For Andrea, who was seeking for a lifeboat after she’d just left life ( and love ) on the road behind. Her first love, the one who’d taken her with him on tours, the one who didn’t show any ounce of envy when she shone on stage by his side... He broke her heart to pieces when he cheated, and her mind to bits because she should’ve known. She got her revenge by bedding his bandmate. She got it by ruining them and then fleeting from their lives, even if the act itself hollowed her chest into a bottomless pit.
She’s doing her best to rebuild herself, remember who she was. Singing is over. Her beloved life on the road is over. At 22, she attends a culinary school and graduates with flying colors and a bachelor’s degree 4 years later. At 26, she dates again. It’s serious this time, not another fling of the many she had to sate her needs. This one is sweet, funny, compassionate and supportive.
Only few months later her grandma passes away and leaves that handwritten book to her. An idea blooms in her head and blossoms quickly, like flowers that are basking in fresh water, good soil and warm sunlight. He’s there by her side, her boyfriend, supporting her to do what she wants. Those traditional recipes meet another hand that knows how to cook and, after a few more months of preperation and good marketing, the first restaurant opens. It’s only the beginning of her upcoming success, along with a schedule that left little to no time for a breather.
The first restaurant goes so well that eight months later the first expansion begins. Andrea is the head chef and the CEO of two businesses that need coordination ( thank god for the business courses she took online a few years ago ). Her work becomes her world as the person who brightened it the most at the time proposed. ( Now she knows it came from a place of insecurity or fear of losing her. It had to be a power move to keep her tied when she started becoming too successful. ) She jumped head-first, saying about a million yeses.
Her father dies at June 13th of 2018 from a heart attack. That simple, that sudden, that devastating. The wedding, planned on September of 2018, gets postponed for the following year. Andrea drills herself deeper in the heart of her work, searches frantically for her sanity in longer hours, bigger projects, more expansions. Her fiance isn’t supportive anymore. He hardly sees her; he’s hardly been seeing her for a long time. They drift apart, further and further. Andrea doesn’t mean to neglect him, she really doesn’t. She tries, but it’s like the distance between them grew to a point of no return. On November of 2019, he confesses that he’s been in a parallel relationship with a woman he met online. Any constant Andrea had back home, collapses. She breaks the engagement, kicks him out and burns the things he left in her apartment in a box.
Summer of 2020: A fourth restaurant is in the talks but, alas, Andrea finally listens to her marketing business partner Kasia who’s been chanting about a heaven-like resort where she and her husband go when they get the chance. She shouldn’t grieve the loss of a love that wasn’t the one. At times like this, she misses the vengeance-seeking young woman she used to be while her spirit couldn’t be tamed.
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ever since he started travel vlogging, calvin had become a far more patient man than what he used to be. there was no other way for this lifestyle to work, not when he had to waste hours upon hours waiting at airports and doing one check-in after the other in between. so when his patience ran out regarding the abscence of a bartender, that said something. “screw it. we’re goin’ self-service tonight.” both palms pressed firmly on the countertop, strong arms lifting him up and allowing him to jump inside the bar right away ( his past as an athlete showed in how he made maneurs like this seem effortless; easy. ). “so — what’s your poison?” the man glanced around then, looking for any drink brands he recognized. “keep in mind i can only pour whiskey, gin tonic and vodka with some sour juice.” the fact he needed a bartender certificate also showed in the clueness in his emerald eyes. thank goodness he only liked whiskey. // @delightfulstarters
