He smiles. “No . . . I’m usually on women but happy to be on myself too. Nobody does it better than me.” He holds up his hand and gives me a playful wink.
Yuck.
“Good grief. I’m going to find someone intelligent to talk to.” I walk toward the door.
“Don’t forget boring,” he calls after me.
I march down the hall. This is a nightmare. I’m rooming with Stinky and the Stallion.
Not to mention the horny snack lady.
This is just great.
It’s 3:00 p.m., and I’m sitting in the lounge area of the hostel.
The staff are all rushing around. Apparently there is a full moon party on here tonight. The theme is white.
I have a white sundress that I’m going to wear, although I don’t remember seeing it this morning in my bag. I hope I didn’t leave it behind.
Hmm . . .
I’d better check my things.
I go back to my locker and take my bag out and drag it to my room. I unzip it and frown.
This isn’t what I packed. Is this even my backpack? I check the label. Yep, it’s mine.
I pull out the G-string black bikini, horrified. “What in the world?”
I rifle through my bag at double speed. Where is the white flowing summer dress?
Fuck . . . those bitches repacked my bags with sexy clothes. I text Monica.
Where are all my clothes!!
She texts me back.
On the farm where they belong.
You can thank me later.
Love you!
Bitch!
My eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. What am I going to wear now? There is nothing in here white except this stretchy stupid dress, and I am not wearing that slutty outfit.
God, now I have to go shopping to find something else . . . ugh.
I stomp back to my room, and Basil is in there, and although I hate to admit it . . . he now smells good. He has another man with him. “Hi, Hayden. This is Bodie.” He introduces us. “He’s in our room too.”
“Hi.” He smiles. “Do you want to come shopping? We have to find white shit for tonight, apparently.”
Bodie is warm and kind looking. He instantly puts me at ease, and with that Australian accent, he sounds pretty dreamy. “Actually, I do.” I smile. “Thanks.”
I grab my things, and we head out the door.
Barcelona is buzzing, alive with the colors and scents of an exotic country.
While the boys shop, I walk behind them, mesmerized by my surroundings.
This place is utterly, utterly beautiful.
Basil digs his phone out of his pocket. “Hey.” He listens for a moment.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” He turns back and smiles at me as he listens some more. “Yeah, sure thing, we’re getting something now. What size?” He laughs. “Okay, bye.” He hangs up the phone.
“We got to get Christo something white to wear. He’ll pay me later.”
I frown. “Christo?”
“Yeah, you know, the guy in our room today.”
“I know who you mean. I don’t understand why you like him.” I widen my eyes.
He shrugs. “He’s an okay guy.”
“Pussy magnet.” Bodie smiles. “Did you see the women surrounding him last night?”