A mere ten minutes after he entered his villa for the first time, Marcus decided to venture out into the island. In his wandering, he caught sight of a bar, where he sat down for a few drinks. The alcohol was a welcome respite after his travels sucked him dry of his energy. It didn’t take long before another person occupied the seat by his side. He acknowledged their presence with a smile and a nod. He then turned his attention back on the glass he was swirling, the contents of which were creating a mesmerizing whirlpool. "My luggage must have been swapped with another person’s, because when I opened it, the first thing I saw was a lacy thong.” As he spoke to the other, he tried to keep his manner serious, but his amusement was betrayed by the way the corners of his lips lifted after he’d mentioned the racy underwear. “It doesn’t happen to be yours, does it?”
