Charming: A Modern Day Sexy Cinderella Story by Jennifer Miller Read Free Book Online Page B

sex is never the answer,” she says louder than comfortable.
    “God, Katie! Keep your voice down!” She giggles and signals our attractive waiter from across the pool. He nods at her with a wide smile and heads on over. “Hi Juan, may we have two more margaritas as soon as possible, please? It’s a margarita emergency. An emergarita,” she says with a laugh and I can’t help it, I giggle. I think maybe we should consider quitting the margaritas actually.
    He smiles and laughs, “Uh-oh, sounds serious.” He walks away to place our order and her eyes track him lingering on his firm ass.
    “Looks to me like you’re thinking about doing something with his ass,” I say watching her head tilt to the side and wondering what the hell she’s thinking.
    “Oh, please. I can appreciate a nice ass, maybe even want to give it a nice bite, but that doesn’t mean I would ever consider giving up my butt. That’s completely two different things.”
    “Never?” I ask.
    Her eyes narrow slightly and she slides her sunglasses down her nose to make eye contact with me, “No!” She slams down her empty margarita glass on her thigh for emphasis, “What were you thinking? It’s exit only, Ella!” She makes a gagging sound which makes me laugh out loud. “So gross.”
    “Do you think everyone has your opinion?” I ask.
    “You mean our opinion? No, of course not.” Her eyes rove around the pool and settle on a couple. “Look at them,” she gestures casually. A man and woman lie side by sound in their loungers. The woman is lying on her stomach, her cheek resting on her arms as she looks at the man next to her. He is talking to his companion while his fingers trail down her back, over the curves of her ass and back up again. They are completely lost in each other. “I bet you they partake – probably have a bondage set and everything. I bet you he was more experienced and he’s been teaching her all kinds of things – maybe in his very own red room. They only have eyes for each other and will probably pack up and leave here soon so that they can go fuck like bunnies,” she tells me.
    I laugh at her mini story. Katie and I enjoy people watching. We come up with elaborate stories for our subjects, trying to top the other with our creativity. It’s silly and makes us laugh.
    “What about them?” I ask my eyes following a woman wearing a cute black and white suit with a sarong tied around her waist and designer sunglasses perched upon her nose. She’s got a beach bag on her arm and her man is trailing behind her, following as she selects chairs for the two of them. She waits for her companion to arrange the towel on her chair for her, and then makes a few adjustments herself before sitting down. Removing her sarong from her waist, she folds it before putting it in her bag, doing the same with the t-shirt of the man she’s with. She takes out sunblock and after spraying it all over her body she leans back, rather stiffly, and appears to close her eyes.
    “Not in a million years,” she tells me.
    “I’d have to agree. They probably schedule sex in their calendar. Twice a week, like Tuesdays and Thursdays. She takes her birth control like clockwork and probably has a list of places that are okay to kiss and places that aren’t. Sex is probably considered messy and while he doesn’t agree, he likely gives her a lot of ‘yes dears’.”
    We giggle at my made up story based on nothing other than appearances and then I laugh harder, “I’m probably totally wrong and they are animals in the bedroom and just reserved in public.”
    “You’re probably right,” she agrees with a laugh.
    Looking around the pool once more, my gaze settles on a group of men that just arrived. They each grab a towel from the cart of fresh, clean, towels for guests and they are all holding beers in their hands and are laughing. Every single one of them are shirtless and it’s like a freaking abs parade. “Holy hell,” I breathe out a