Sunny day at Paragon Bay

She always carried a variety of business cards.  They all had her name on them, because at one time or another, that was who she was.  She never stayed in any one place very long, always getting bored and moving on to the next big thing.  Each move designed to bring bigger and better things, more money and of course the man of her dreams.  In between jobs once again, she had decided on a little "pick me up" vacation down in Florida.  She was okay. It wasn't like her credit cards were all maxed out...yet.  And she deserved it after putting up with that jackass of an ex-boss of hers.  So she used her points to book a flight and checked into the resort for a week of sun, sand and whatever else happened to come along.  She would figure out the whole "make money to pay bills" next week. For now, she was camped out on the resort beachfront with a lounge chair, book and sunglasses.  Nothing a good tan wouldn't fix.  All she needed now was one of the adorable little cabana boys to bring her a drink-because let's face it-it might be 10 am in sunny Florida, but it was 5 o'clock somewhere and she definitely needed some alcohol. Like magic, a handsome way too old to be a cabana boy walked up with her daiquiri.  She nudged her glasses down and eyed him warily, hopefully her thoughts about her credit card already being declined were all in her head.  He looked down at her and smiled, handed her the drink and introduced himself.  "Marcus" the food & beverage director of the resort, just wanted to personally introduce himself...and to remind her that the bar didn't actually open until 11 am...but he had been more than happy to accommodate her request since she had just arrived.  He had an amazing smile.  She was pretty sure he was just shy of laughing at her, but fuck it, she was on vacation-who cared? She accepted the drink and thanked him, took a sip and closed her eyes...Lord that was pure heaven, open her eyes to find he was still standing there, only he did not seem to be even thinking about laughing now.  He had THAT  look.  You know the look. The look that says he's undressing you with his eyes, which God knows wouldn't take much considering what she was wearing.  She had worked as a bartender for the last 5 or so years, it wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last, but dammit she was on vacation, jobless, and she deserved to have a little fun.  She stuck her tongue out and carefully removed the last little bit of daiquiri from her lips ever so slowly, the whole time looking him right in the eyes, waiting for his reaction.  She had to give it to him, other than a slight widening of his eyes and the lump in his throat, she would have almost thought it had no effect on him whatsoever.  He was good.  This could be fun.  She liked a good game of chase.  It all ended up in the same place. The though of it distracted her just long enough to miss the fact the he had turned and was headed back towards the bar.  She smiled. She would see him again, she was sure of.