"You did what?" Lukas roared.
"I know, and I'm so sorry." I pleaded. "It wasn't planned. It was just... a spontaneous thing."
"Spontaneous." He growled. "Just spontaneous. You just happened to take a new sexy bikini on your flight just out of pure coincidence."
I frowned and lowered my gaze. "No, that part was intentional." I said. "But you said you would like me to dress in more revealing clothes AND bathing suits."
"So, it's my fault?" Lukas scowled.
"No, of course not." I felt some tears welling up and I felt awful. I needed to confess this, I just wished there was a better way to do it. "I thought, maybe if I wore more revealing bathing suits, I'd get used to it... not feel like I was walking around mostly naked."
"Which one was it?"
"The new string bikini with the thong bottom." I sniffed. "The one you liked."
He huffed but didn't yell at me, so that was progress.
"Who was it?"
"It doesn't really matter. I just feel..."
"I'll decide if it doesn't matter." Lukas got up and stomped over to the bar and opened the bourbon. "Well?" he barked.
I jumped at his sharp tone. "It was, um... the flight captain." I squeaked.
"Have I met him?"
I felt my heart trying to stop itself, my stomach was doing loops, and my eyes were flooding. "Yes, once I think. The, um... holiday party in Vegas. Captain Grant."
Lukas nodded. "Oh, yeah. I remember him. Had his hands on your ass while you danced with him."
"He was drunk." I sighed. "He had his hands on everyone's ass."
Lukas almost chuckled, and I thought maybe he might forgive me after all.
"How did it happen?"
I blinked my tearing eyes at him. "What?"
He poured his drink and threw himself into his lounge chair he usually reserved for football games on TV. "How - did - it - happen?" He demanded again, each word hard and blunt.
Oh god. How was I going to do this? "Um, I guess we sort of met on the beach and had a couple drinks. Then we... uhh... we..."
"What did you drink?" he asked.
"What does that matter?"
"Were you drunk? Did you drink too much? What did you drink?" He barked.
I flinched again. "A mixed drink."
"Damn it, Ginger! What mixed drink?"
I sniffed. This was going worse than I thought. "Um, it was called... um, a, umm..." I swallowed hard and tried to stop my hands shaking. "Uhh... it was... a Dirty Redheaded Slut."
He blinked at me. "That was the drink?"
I nodded. "It's a real thing. You can look it up."
He pulled out his phone and did just that. After a minute or two he squinted. "Huh. It is." He glared at me. "Did he pick it?"
I shook my head. "The beach bar had a menu with naughty drink names. Sex on the Beach, Slow Comfortable Screw, things like that. And... this was one of them. I thought it was a cute name, so I ordered one. He overheard the drink boy at the bar and brought it to me."
"Mm-hmm." Lukas rumbled. "So he could hit on you."
I lowered my gaze again and nodded. "I guess."
"Then what?"
I sighed. He was really going to make me paint the whole picture for him. "We, umm... went for a walk on the beach." I sniffed. "And on the way back, we sort of... held hands."
"He hit on you by holding your hand?" he said doubtfully.
"No." I shook my head, wishing I didn't have to continue. "He, umm... put his arm around me, and touched my ass a little."
"And you let him."
I gulped and nodded.
"Uh-huh." He nodded with a renewed scowl. "And then?"
I huffed. "Why? Do I really have to spell it out? We had sex."
"What happened next?" He growled again.
I took a deep breath and whimpered out a sigh. "He took me to the water's edge to watch the green flash, then he started to... feel me up."
"Green flash? Like in that pirate movie?"
I nodded. "Only without the special effects."
He huffed a laugh, still gritting his teeth. "And then?"
"Oh god..." I groaned. "We, umm... left our drinks and went to my room."
"And you just started fucking?"
I shook my head again. "First I... gave him a blow job." I winced even as I said it.
"I thought you might." He said, and his voice seemed a little less furious. "You like sucking cock before sex, don't you?"
I started to suspect this interrogation was a little more than just jealousy. I nodded. "Yes." I admitted. "I guess I always have."
"How was it?"
I wrung my hands and shrugged. "Good. He's older, but still has a..." I caught my words and fell silent.
"Has what?" Lukas insisted.
"He has... a nice cock." I sniffed.