“One day I’m going to find the “off” setting of that switch,” Rian mumbled to herself now even as she bit her lip, swaying undecidedly between taking a step towards the bathroom to get ready for the day, or slipping back into the warm embrace of her lover.   And I think it’s just me. She seems in control of her passion. I probably haven’t found her version of that internal switch.

Or have I?

A tempting, wicked thought crossed her mind. Should I try to find out? Pretend to fall on top of her now? Brush my lips over hers, again, just like that night? Will she react?

Rian found she was leaning forward already, anxious to find out. “Oooohhh, Rian. You are a naughty, naughty girl,” she chastised herself, and paused from her lean. Let the poor woman sleep. Look at her. You were merciless last night, remember? She’s probably still recovering from all of that.

“How about you get yourself some breakfast, instead of sex?” she muttered to herself, as she willed her body to step away from the tempting figure, and walk to the bathroom.

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Rian negotiated her way around the stone-floor cavernous open-space lounging area in the ground floor of the resort at a leisurely pace.   The perky girl manning the concierge desk, who’d handed pool towels to Rian, had said breakfast today was being served outside, in the grassy area “before you get to the beach. You’ll find tables outside, too, so you won’t need to go back to the terrace area by the pool to sit and eat.”

While Rian slowly made her way outside, Diane had called. Turned out Jade had asked Jules about where to take Rian for a week-long getaway “that would sweep her off of her feet.” Diane had suggested this resort, as it had been put up by a client of hers “whose taste is unimpeachable. She leaves no stone unturned in search of the best, and cost is no object for her.”  Jade had been convinced.  The resort had just opened, after going through a soft opening over the past winter “and all the kinks had been worked out.”

“Jules wanted to get away also, so we thought we’d come, too… hope that it won’t look like we’re crashing your vacay?” Diane had asked.