Vacation Therapy by Lance Zarimba Read Free Book Online

nudged Sergio with my elbow. “Once he's had a cup of coffee in him."
    Tom motioned to stand up. “I need to stake out a spot to work on my tan. Where were you planning on laying out today?"
    "Well, I came to Mexico. I'm hitting the beach. I can always lie around a pool at home."
    "That's how I feel. Well, if you're looking for a place to set up on the beach, come find me. I'll save you a spot."
    "Cool. I'd like that. I'll finish here, and get my stuff. I'd like to hear more about LA and your movies, okay?"
    "That'd be great. If you haven't noticed, not too many people have talked to me, until you.” Tom pushed his chair back and stood up.
    I rose with him. “I'll catch you later.” I extended my hand again. “It was nice meeting you, Tom."
    He looked at my hand for a few seconds and then took it and shook it firmly. “It was really nice meeting you, Taylor. I'll save you a place.” He let go and waved a two-fingered salute to Sergio.
    Sergio waved a floppy hand back at him.
    Tom grabbed his towel and beach bag. Slowly, he strolled through the maze of tables and headed for the beach, his sandals flip-flopping as he went.
    Sergio grabbed my arm. His fingers dug into my flesh, hard.
    "Ouch. You're hurting me."
    "Do...do...do...” he started.
    I pulled his fingers from my arm. Red marks rose up on my pale skin. I rubbed them away. “What is your problem?” I sat back down and picked up a cold piece of bacon.
    "Do...do you know who that was?” Sergio finally got out of his mouth.
    "Yes,” I smiled and said, “Tom.” Then I realized that was all I knew.
    Sergio smiled smugly. “Well, Tom , as you put it, is only the hottest male actor around. And you talked to him. You of all people talked to him and you even touched him, and he touched you.” Sergio looked at my hand, grabbed it, and rubbed it all over his.
    I yanked my hand back.
    "He even asked you to sit with him on the beach.” He burst out into a gale of laughter, which made everyone in the dining area stare at us, again. “Taylor's got a boyfriend."
    "He seems like a nice guy, kind of a loner, but nice. I'm sure he's just looking for a friend."
    "He could have anyone here,” Sergio waved his arm around to the crowd, “to be his friend, and he picks you. You of all people."
    "What? Am I such an awful person, that he wouldn't want to get to know me?” Anger rose in my voice. “Or do you think I'm the harbinger of death here?"
    Sergio looked at me.
    "Let me rephrase that."
    "Taylor. You still don't get it, do you? Think of where you are.” He paused for a moment. “Tom is the sexiest male actor in movies. Gay movies. He's the biggest, and I mean the biggest, porn star in the business today, and you have a date with him.” Sergio grabbed at his chest and pounded down hard on it. “I can't breathe, I can't breathe,” he gasped.
    "Well, stop hitting yourself on the chest and maybe you could.” I ate the last bite of scrambled eggs on my plate. They were cold and congealed at this point. I stood. “You can join us if you want. I'm sure Tom won't mind."
    "You're such an idiot,” Sergio shook his head.
    I startled at his anger. “What did I do?"
    "What did I do? What did I do?” Sergio said, mockingly in my voice. “You only scored with the hottest guy at the resort and you ask, ‘What did I do?’ Look out Club Fred, Taylor's on a roll. Wait until Molly hears this one."
    "Stop it,” I said and started to leave. “I'll let you calm down, and if you want, you can join us on the beach. That is if you want. It's up to you.” I left Sergio sitting at the table, alone.
    As I worked my way across the dining room, I saw several guys point at me and whisper something behind their hands. I tried not to let them rattle me. Sergio was exaggerating, as he always did. I avoided all eye contact and headed to pick up a piece of fruit. As I reached for a banana on the buffet, I heard the person standing next to me say, “Bitch."
    Looking over, I saw a guy in a