Anita sunned herself by the pool, the bright sun kissing her body all over. Children laughed and screamed, splashing each other. Couples oiled each other's backs. Some people read tablets or ipads. Others read paperbacks. Anita smiled to herself.
This was the best idea I've had in a while. I really needed this. Especially after Tom.
The now familiar stir of anger threatened to ruin her good mood, so Anita forced herself to think about something else.
Like what? That bitch Tracy who was supposed to be my friend?
Anita's eyes stung with tears she swore she wouldn't cry. She'd wasted enough. This holiday was a chance for her to get away on her own, to heal and forget. She'd return home in a few days a stronger woman. She'd prepare herself for the worst. Would Tracy and Tom be together? Had they fallen in love, or was it just about a fuck? Anita had no idea how long her boyfriend and best friend had been sleeping together, and she didn't want to know. She'd told them both before she left that she wanted nothing to do with either one of them. She just had to make sure she was totally prepared for anything.
But what if they are together when I go home? How will I cope seeing them together all the time? It's not like it could be avoided; she and Tracy worked together. To add insult to injury, many of her colleagues had known about Tracy's affair. Anita had found out by accident when she'd returned home early from a business meeting. Knowing how everyone would be talking about her, and the looks and gossip she'd have to endure when she returned made Anita want to punch something.
I keep my head held high. I don't let them see any sign of weakness. It won't be long before something else happens and I'm not the hot topic anymore. Anita wondered if Tracy would leave the office, hand in her notice. She doubted it. Tracy had proven herself to be a hard-faced bitch. She's probably thriving on all the attention.
Anita sighed and closed her eyes. She'd intended to enjoy this holiday in Tenerife. She'd told herself when she left that she was leaving the 'good' Anita at home. She'd planned on being a slut. There was no-one here she knew, no-one to tell. Problem was, there were no single men around. She'd picked the wrong hotel to stay in, apparently, as it was filled with young families.
No matter. There was one waiter who worked the bar at night. His English was broken, but he was handsome and Anita had noticed his approving stare when she'd sat at the bar last night. You didn't need to talk to fuck.
Anita smiled slightly, then cried out, startled by the sudden voice so close to her.
"May I join you?"
Anita opened her eyes and saw a young blond women bent over her. Anita smiled. "Of course." She didn't want this stranger to join her, she wanted to be left alone. But, she didn't want to be rude.
"Thanks. I hadn't intended on there being so many families here. I thought there'd be a few cute men around."
Anita smiled and sat up. Trying not to be obvious, she observed the other woman. She appeared to be around the same age as Anita, about mid-twenties. Her body was to die for. Though Anita suspected the large breasts spilling out of the string bikini top were fake, they were nicely shaped. Her whole body was nicely shaped. Lean and curvy.
"I'm Rachel," the woman said, offering her hand.
"Anita." She smiled and shook Rachel's hand.
Rachel lay on the sunbed beside Anita and smiled warmly. "So what brings you here alone?"
"How do you know I'm alone?"
"You arrived a day after me. I've seen you around. In fact, if I'm not being too nosy, I believe we have something in common."
Anita raised her eyes and looked at Rachel. "We do."
Rachel nodded solemnly. "Bad breakup?"
Anita raised her eyebrows. "How did you know that?"
Rachel shook her head sadly. "Takes one to know one."
Anita nodded. She felt a little uncomfortable, exposed. Was everyone who saw her thinking the same thing. Did she look like a lonely sad woman being here by herself?
"Don't worry about it," Rachel assured her. "I'm just very perceptive."
The two women smiled at each other, and Anita noticed just how pretty Rachel was.
"So you've just broken up with someone, too?"
Rachel nodded. "Yep. No better cure for a broken heart than some quality time in the sun."
As Rachel spoke, Anita observed her more closely. She was a really beautiful woman. The fact that someone who looked like her was experiencing the same relationship problems made Anita feel a little better.
"There isn't much to rebound with around here though, is there?"
Anita laughed. "I was just thinking the same thing. No matter though. It would've been nice, but it's not the main reason I came here."
Rachel looked at her. "Do you need to talk about it?"
Anita smiled. "Thank you. But I'm okay."
"Good." Rachel smiled and sat up. "Because I have something I think you'll be interested in."
"Really? What's that?"
Rachel shrugged one shoulder. "I'm a saleswoman, of sorts.
"What do you sell?"
