Chapter 9
Roxy sat slumped in the cabin crew seat at the back of the aircraft with her bestie Steph. It had been a hell of a flight. Screaming toddlers, vomiting passengers and over amorous drunks. But it had been the distraught young woman in 15C who had left her emotionally an physically exhausted. At first it had seemed there was nothing they could do to quell the torrent of tears that had started the moment the aircraft's wheels had left the ground.
Distraught with grief she could do nothing but sob. They moved her to a seat in the back of the plane where there were a couple of rows of vacant seats. Disturbing fewer passengers, she had eventually managed to calm the young woman down. She told them that she was going home for her wedding after having spent a week in Fiji trying reconcile her mixed feelings about the marriage. During this time she had met someone else and she was now totally confused about what to do. Roxy felt sorry for her and did her best to console her.
As the aircraft eased towards the ground Roxy thought about her attempts at relationships. Partners invariably took advantage of her kind and caring nature which led to bullying, cheating and some ugly fights. So much so that she had given up on relationships and just focussed on being happy and having fun. Now her life was an enjoyable one. It was set to become even more enjoyable as she and Steph were having a three day break at a resort, after the return flight to Fiji tomorrow. She couldn't wait!
She was brought back to reality by the screech of the planes tyres on the tarmac. Steph and she were on farewelling duty at the skybridge door, happily smiling to all the passengers as they entered the airport. The poor distraught woman was the last to the person of the aircraft and so they escorted her to the luggage carousel. They asked if someone was coming to pick her up she just burst into tears again.
Before she knew it her kind heart had taken over and she found herself in the back of a cab with the confused woman winging their way through the streets of Melbourne searching for somewhere the young woman could take refuge.
Chapter 10
Greg dragged himself out of bed at nine.He had booked a round of golf for ten. At the time he thought this would be a good way to keep his mind of Christelle but as he shook off the grogginess from the alcohol of the previous night, the reality of the previous night dawned on him and a wave of guilt washed over him. He knew it wasn't rational. Christelle had left to marry another man but he felt somehow he had be betrayed her.
He went the toast and coffee option for breakfast, going heavy on the coffee, which seemed to help, The head ache had subsided by the time he reached the first tee. He was teamed with two guys who were on their honeymoon, with their new wives in tow.
They hit off from the first tee of the pretty course, the new wives kissing their husbands after every shot. It was enough to make Greg's stomach turn, although he realised it was probably jealousy.
The mornings golf proved a nice diversion and he did hit a few good shots which made him happy. They all headed to the bar that bordered the pool, for a beer afterwards, although the ladies went the floral bouquet option, with large cocktails which were almost completely hidden by flowers.
Greg was relaxing a little, the pain of Christelle's departure largely subsiding and he eventually he had a chuckle to himself about the wild night of sex he had enjoyed with the delectable Skye and Cherie.
"I'm here. I've got a few more days. I might as well enjoy my last days here," he thought. "But that couldn't happen again! Just too wild!"
He sat with the honeymooners exchanging jokes and having a good laugh when he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Their lying on a sun lounge next to the pool was the cute flight attendant who looked after him on the trip over. She was wearing skimpiest of yellow bikinis, her blond her scooped up in a bird nest like bun. She looked stunning.
"Look do you mind. I've just seen someone I know. Thanks for the round of golf. It was fun, but I think it's a good time for me to leave you guys alone."
He shook the men's hands, gave their new wives a kiss on the cheek and left for hopefully more exciting climes.
Walking towards the pool his stomach was full of butterflies, but he was determined he was not going to have a repeat of the situation with Christelle, where he was too fearful to approach a beautiful woman. Tentatively he walked over to the sun lounge where she had her head buried in book.
"Hi!"
She looked up and looked at him quizzically for a moment, the anxiety of the moment almost overwhelming Greg.
'Hi." she said happily when she finally recognised his face.
"Do you remember me?" he asked.
"Of course. You were Mr Bourbon and Coke in 20C on the flight last week."
"That's right. And your name tag said Roxanne?"
"Only my parents call me Roaxanne!" she laughed. "My friends call me Roxy."
"Okay. Roxy it is!"
"This is my friend Steph." she pointed to a long slender brunette who was stretched out on the lounge next to her."
"Hi Steph."
"Hello."she replied sleepily, before continuing what seemed to be a pleasant snooze.
"Are you here for long?" he asked.
"I've got a three day break so I'm here for some sun and fun."
"Sounds good."
"I'm hoping so."
Greg was still felt very nervous as he had always been intimidated by beautiful women. Lacking confidence, he always wondered why such a woman would want to go out with him. These thoughts caused him to hesitate for a moment, even though it seemed that she liked him.
"Here goes nothing." he thought.
"Would you like to meet up before dinner for a drink?" he asked, his voice wavering a little.
"I'd love to." she replied with a big smile.
"Great! Around six thirty at the bar at the front of the hotel?"
"Six thirty at the front bar would be perfect!"
"Okay. Six thirty it is." he confirmed, the waver in his voice now replaced a happy spark, "See you then!"
"See you then!" she quipped and he almost skipped away to his room.
As he walked back to his bure, again he had a feeling of guilt. Christelle had only just left and he was asking another woman for a drink. But he knew that Christelle and he had reached a fork in the road and there lives were destined to go in different directions and so he believed he should still grasp any opportunities that came his way.
Arriving at his bure, he decided a nap would be a good idea to ensure he had fully recovered from his hangover. Around four o'clock he awoke feeling great benefit from his sleep and went for an hour long walk along the beach, enjoying the sun, his nerves calmed before his impending catch up with Roxy.
After a long shower he selected a neutral coloured pair of shorts with a red polo shirt with white and blue horizontal stripes. He slipped on a pair of boat shoes and checked himself in the mirror. He was happy with what he saw and hoped he would create a good impression.
He was at the bar five minutes early, feeling more than a bit anxious. He took a stool in the middle of the bar. The barman asked if he'd like a drink. He told him he'd wait until his guest had arrived. Time dragged by as he waited.
"Why aren't women ever on time?" he thought.
The longer he waited the more he worried that she wasn't going to turn up. He was almost about to give up and buy a beer to commiserate himself, when he noticed a number of men's heads turn towards the door. He swivelled on his stool to see Roxy breeze into the bar.
She saw him immediately and gave him a little wave and headed towards the stool that he had reserved for her. She was wearing a tiny white crocheted skirt, which revealed nearly all of her long slender legs with a matching three quarter button up top. The see through sleeves showed off her elegant arms and the deep neckline emphasised her tight curvaceous bust. On her feet she wore very high black peep toe shoes with little white ankle straps and chrome buckles that matched her hand bag.
"Hi Greg!" she sparkled.
"Hi Roxy!" he responded as she arrived next to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Can I say that you look amazing!"
"Why thank you. You're too kind." she giggled. "I'm sorry I a little late. I changed my mind on what to wear three times."
"Well I think you chose brilliantly."
"Thanks."
"Drink?"
"Of course!"
"A cocktail?"
"When in Fiji!"
They spent the next couple of minutes perusing the cocktail list, laughing at some of the names.
"I'm going to try a Midori Illusion." she told him.
