Dakota POV
I leave Tonya and go back to my room. I walk alone on the beach, watching the waves crash into the sand. There is something so special about this beach, and I guess that is why I come back here year after year to work. I have worked at this beach since I was 18 years old.
I have no idea what to say to Melanie. She showed no interest in me what so ever and now, all of a sudden, she is interested. I hate that she heard what she did, but I guess that is one way to get rid of her.
Tonya is doing something to me that is wild and unintimidating. Melanie is a sweet girl, but she blew me off until now. I do want to be the second choice for anyone, not even Tonya. I keep walking down the beach. I should go to my room and get some sleep. Tomorrow I have to be in earlier than usual, and then I have two days off. I want to spend both days with Tonya.
I walk up the steps and see a few of the guys leaving the bar heading into the resort. I stop at the bar to grab a beer. I take a seat on the wood bar stool and watch the waves while I wait on the bartender to come over to get my order.
“What can I get you, man?” the bartender asks.
“just a beer,” I say to him.
He grabs me a beer from under the bar, pops the top, and sets it on the bar. I pay him, and he goes to the next person. I take a drink out of the ice-cold beer, and then I feel a hand touch my back. I turn around to see Melanie standing behind me.
“Why did you do that to me?” Melanie asks.
“Do what?” I ask her.
“Leave your phone on so I could hear all of that,” Melanie says.
“It was not intentional. Why did you listen?” I ask her.
“I was curious why you had been acting so strangely toward me,” Melanie says.
“Melanie, I am tired of playing this game with you. You show interest, and then you back off. I am tired of it,” I say to her.
“I get it. Is this because you are sleeping with someone else?” Melanie asks.
“You are a bitch,” I say to her.
I finish my beer and leave her at the bar. I do not have time for her shit anymore. I go up to my room. I get in the shower. I can smell Tonya on me. Her sweet scent is all over me. Why does she make me want her so badly? I wonder how many others there have been like me? I wonder how fast she will tire of me?
I leave the bathroom after my shower and put on a pair of underwear. My roommate is not here tonight; he must be with his girlfriend. I lay on the bed and cover up. George has it freezing in here tonight. As I am just about to fall asleep, there is a knock on my door. Surely Tonya did not follow me home. I get up from the bed and go to answer the door.
I open the door, and it is Melanie. “What are you doing here?” I ask her.
“I wanted to talk to you,” Melanie says.
“About what?” I ask her. She is confusing me per the usual.
“About us, about how we might see each other,” Melanie says.
“Why do you all of a sudden want to see me? You have pushed me to the side for too long. It is too late for us,” I say to her.
Melanie wraps her arms around me. “I do not want it to be; please let’s give it another chance,” Melanie says.
I take her into my arms, and I hold her. Damn, why is this happening now? I am not sure I even want a serious relationship, and I am really enjoying the time I spend with Tonya. I push Melanie back. “I really cannot do this right now,” I say to her.
“I will come up here tomorrow when you get off work. I will meet you at the bar, and we can talk,” Melanie says.
“Okay,” I say to her.
Melanie kisses me on the cheek. I pull her back into my arms and hold her for a moment. It doesn’t feel the way it did when I held her before. I let go of her. I open the door for her to leave. “See you tomorrow,” Melanie says as she leaves. I close the door on her before she finishes her sentence. I am supposed to see Tonya tomorrow. FUCK!
I lay back on the bed. I open up Tonya’s messages. She has sent me pictures of her nude lying in bed without me. I text her. * I have something to take care of after work. I will see you around 8*
She responds with another nude and with a close-up of her nipples. I have to see her tomorrow. How the fuck did I get myself in this odd situation? I need to let Melanie down easily and go see Tonya as quickly as possible tomorrow. I do not need both of them pissed off at me. I will be frank with Tonya about everything, but I am not sure I can be with Melanie. If I tell her the truth, she will freak out. I close my eyes to sleep, but all I can think about is Tonya, her body, and the things she does for me. I cannot imagine what she could possibly want from me other than sex. Tomorrow night I am going to ask her exactly what it is she wants from me and why?
My phone dings it is Tonya. *Are you thinking about me?* I text back *yes* Tonya texts *are you hard?* I text *yes, want to see?* Tonya texts *show me* I send her a picture of my cock in my hand hard and wanting her. Tonya texts * I cannot wait for you to bust me open*
I should go to her right now, but I will be smart and wait until tomorrow.