9. Tahiti
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Charley had happily settled into her room at the resort in Tahiti a few hours ago and had just enjoyed a long, relaxing swim. She was staying in a beautiful king size bungalow with a view of the stunning, enormous aqua pools. The resort was littered with giant palm trees, hammocks and sparse guests drinking cocktails on loungers -- pure bliss.
Now, as afternoon started to turn into evening, Charley emerged naked from the bathroom in her room, having just washed her hair. Lifting her roughly towel-dried hair off the back of her neck where she was already starting to sweat, she padded over to the bed where her suitcase still lay open.
Selecting and dressing in her favourite plain black string bikini, she pulled on her short, ripped denim shorts and shrugged on a loose, coral, oversize button up shirt. She tied the ends in a knot loosely under her breasts, leaving the buttons undone, and checked the effect in the mirror, feeling young and carefree. She
loved
tropical locations. She loved wearing bikinis even more. It felt so decadent. The hour-long massage she'd had after her swim had been magical. Grabbing her sunglasses before slipping her room key into her back pocket, Charley left the room barefoot, her fingernails and toenails a freshly painted pink, her hair already almost dry.
She felt super relaxed for the first time in ages. She didn't start work 'til tomorrow, and photo shoot she had been flown out to help with was actually Caroline's -- and she wasn't acting as a designer, either. It was a swimsuit shoot for the major brand Caro was a spokesperson for.
Winning
, Charley thought happily as she closed the bungalow's door behind her.
The two friends had made a pact years ago that Charley would always be her personal assistant at swimsuit shoots, as it benefited both of them: Caroline because she felt more at ease in the often-tiny bikinis when she knew her best friend was nearby, and Charley because she got to be paid to be with her bestie at tropical locations all over the world a few times a year. All she had to do was get her friend refreshments, take Instagram photos for her and make sure she was in the right outfits at the right time. Easy and fun!
Charley couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she headed to the resort bar where she would be meeting Caro and Zayn. This was exactly what she needed after the events of the last few weeks. Some rest and relaxation time. Between her blind date with Harry, the photoshoot in Europe, her work deadlines, and going to London -- all in the last month -- Charley felt like she deserved a little bit of time off.
Perfect timing, Caro,
she thought happily. And she'd got her Harry fix too, she thought mischievously, feeling her smile stretch even further across her cheeks as she thought of the ache between her legs and the man who'd caused it.
Raising her face blissfully to the hot sun as she crossed between the bungalows to the restaurant and bar, she wished all her jobs were like this one. It was only a one-day shoot, being held at a private beach across the island tomorrow, but Charley had booked to stay three days afterwards, coming home on Wednesday night. It was the benefit of working for herself -- she'd assigned Cynthia two minor branding jobs that just needed fleshing out, and she could check the work from her tablet. She'd just been paid, too, so after assigning a large chunk of it to her savings account, she put the rest into her expenses account for this trip.
She couldn't believe the workout her passport was getting this year. And she hadn't had to pay for a single flight so far, meaning the little nest egg for her house was still intact. Life was good. She was young, fit, had a successful and fast-growing graphic design business -- soon she'd like to consider leasing a studio and hiring Cynthia on permanently -- and had an unbelievably sexy boyfriend.
Harry
. At the thought of him, her heart fluttered and she hugged her arms around herself briefly. He hadn't contacted her yet today, although she hadn't expected him to really, after her note let him know she was flying out. But she hoped he had had a good sleep at least. He'd really needed it.
As she stepped through a door into the cool interior of the bar, her attention instantly focused on a beautiful couple standing at the counter. Caroline was wearing a short, sleeveless, floaty yellow romper suit and wide-brimmed hat. Along with white sandals, her entire outfit set off her even, golden tan and honey blonde hair. Admiring her glowing skin, Charley knew it was a spray tan because Caroline never sunbathed. She practiced good sun-care at all times, protecting her skin on a daily -- a true sunscreen queen. Zayn, half a head taller than her bestie, a testament to how tall Caro was, looked dark and handsome as usual, his eyes fixed on Caroline's face as she spoke to him. He was sporting a white, printed singlet top which he'd paired with dark wash denim shorts and simple black flip flops -- his heavily inked arms and trendy, trimmed beard gave him a dangerous, bad boy edge.
Looking at them a moment longer, Charley's heart squeezed at the way he was looking at her best friend -- Zayn seemed to truly adore her -- bad boy he was not. Together, they made an impressive sight.
Light and dark beauty colliding
, Charley appreciated, smiling at her own poetic thoughts, then let out a long, loud wolf-whistle.
She grinned as Caroline and Zayn turned together. Caro squealed and ran towards her best friend as Zayn smiled and followed behind at a slower pace. Holding her arms wide, Charley felt the breath knocked from her as Caroline greeted her with her usual exuberance.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in
ages
," Caroline said happily to Charley, her beautiful face wreathed in pure joy. Something was different, and she was glowing more than usual. Charley pinched her friend's cheek affectionately.
"It's only been about a month, hasn't it?" Charley teased, pulling back. "That's not that long for us really."
"That's ages for me," Caroline pouted. "You look hot, by the way."
Charley laughed and struck an exaggerated pose while pulling a silly face, eliciting a laugh from her friend.
"It's great to see you Charley," Zayn said in his slow, english drawl as he gave her a hug in greeting, smiling as he kissed her on the cheek as was his usual custom.
"It's good to see both of you," Charley smiled, as Zayn's arm slid easily around Caroline's waist.
"We've ordered some drinks, they'll bring them out to our table," Zayn smiled easily and led the way out to the pool, where they laid on sun loungers shaded by huge umbrellas.
"This is the life," Charley said in appreciation as she took off her top and stretched out in her bikini top and shorts, wriggling her toes. There weren't too many people at this resort, and not a single photographer in sight. Caroline had specifically picked it as it had high security. It was also incredibly expensive -- meaning the rich and famous could be afforded a lot more privacy.
Caroline, on the middle lounger, dropped her hat on the ground between her and Charley and pushed her sunglasses up on her head. She turned to look at Charley and inspected her face closely, a small smile playing around her mouth.
"You look very happy," she remarked lightly, but intonation clear in her voice. Charley rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going.
"That didn't take you long," Charley groaned. She knew it wouldn't. She heard Zayn chuckle. Obviously he knew, too.