Chapter One:
Ten days in paradise. Robin Scorpio put her bags down and looked around the beautiful room. She needed this, she told herself as she plopped down on the soft and cushy bed. It was a little extravagant, but she never treated herself to anything and after the year she had just been through, she decided a little pampering was well deserved.
She took out her phone and smiled at the text messages from her Uncle Mac checking on her and the missed call from Brenda. She texted both of them back and told them she got there safe and sound and would call later. The long flight had made her tired, but after sitting for so long, she didn't want to sit more. She decided to explore the resort a little more before resting.
She put on her shorts and a small halter top and grabbed a hat and her sunglasses. She slipped her feet into some comfortable shoes and grabbed her purse before stepping out of the room.
Maybe this was stupid. To be honest, he didn't care. Patrick Drake didn't do things out of fear. He was a trendsetter and if this was odd, then he would make it cool.
Looking around the lobby of the resort, he was struck by how beautiful and calm everything was. He wasn't one to feel a lot of stress, but sitting here now, with the sounds of the ocean and the smell of the bonfires, he felt every bit of weight lift off his shoulders.
This trip wasn't planned. It was actually a honeymoon for a friend who called off the wedding. The trip was paid for and he was just going to let it go. Patrick needed a break so he took the chance. It was weird, being in a honeymoon suite, but it was roomy. He checked his phone and looked up when something caught his attention. There was a woman who was walking through the lobby and she was unaware that she was being followed by a creepy guy who seemed to be drooling.
He moved to get a better look and he thought his eyes actually got wider. She was absolutely stunning, but with no effort at all. She wore a simple halter top that hugged her torso and it was evident she wore no bra. He smiled to himself at that and felt a blush creep across his face. What the hell? He never blushed. Shaking his head, he looked at his phone again before he looked up to find her, but she was gone.
Robin walked up to the bar and sat down, hoping she could lose the man who had been following her. She noticed him when she got off the elevator and he had been tailing her across the lobby. Sighing, she hoped this wasn't going to be a problem.
"What can I get for you?" the bartender asked her.
"Cranberry juice," she said and smiled.
The drink was delivered and she sipped the liquid and pulled out her notebook. She went over some of the attractions she wanted to see while she was here and then her hair stood on end when the man sat down next to her.
"It's a shame you're here all alone," he said as he sat incredibly close to her.
Robin moved slightly and raised her eyebrows.
"Who said I'm alone?"
"Well I don't see anyone," he slurred.
"He's on his way, so please excuse me."
The man stared at her and Robin felt increasingly uncomfortable.
Patrick finally caught sight of her at the bar and saw quickly she was being bothered by the jerk. He made his way towards the bar to see if he could help and when he got there, he realized she could handle herself.
"No means no you pig," she said and tossed her drink in the mans face before getting up and turning to walk away. She smacked into a wall and felt a pair of arms on her, steadying her.
"Hey, careful," a deep voice said and she looked up into the most beautiful brown eyes she had seen. Acutely aware of his hands on her shoulders, she moved back and he crossed his arms.
"Excuse me," she said and turned away from him.
"Hey, where are you headed to?" he wanted her to stay. He needed to know who she was.
"Seriously? I just threw a drink in one perv's face, do I need to order another one?" Robin rolled her eyes.
Patrick wasn't used to such a reaction. "Perv? I'm not a perv."
She met his gaze and shrugged. "Sorry, excuse me."
She walked past him and he turned to follow her, not knowing why.
Robin walked out onto the beach and took a deep breath. She felt a twinge of guilt at having reacted the way she did to the man she bumped into. He was incredibly handsome, but he caught her off guard and she really wasn't in any shape to meet someone.
She made her way down the beach to a secluded area and saw there was a group of people having a bonfire as the sun began to set. She turned to walk to another part of the beach when she saw him again.
"Are you following me?"
Patrick walked past her.
"Don't flatter yourself. This is a public beach."
She crossed her arms and glared at him.
"No it isn't. It's actually a private beach for guests of the resort."
He flashed her a dimpled smile and shrugged.
"Then it's a good thing I have a room. Now if you'll excuse me," he walked farther down the beach.
"You can't go there," she went after him.
Patrick smiled to himself.
"I'm pretty sure I can go wherever I want."
"Those people are having a private bonfire. You can't just intrude," Robin said.
"Why are you so afraid of people? Sometimes it's nice to be friendly," Patrick grinned.
A look crossed her face that Patrick noticed, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
"I'm not afraid of people. Have fun." She turned and walked away.
Patrick watched her leave and he was intrigued. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Robin locked the door to her room and pulled her clothes off before heading into the shower. She was exhausted and just wanted to rest, but the picture of the tall dimpled man wouldn't leave her mind. He was absolutely stunning, his square chin and his deep dimples just begged to be stroked. His arms were strong and his voice made her insides churn.
She let the water flow over her and she washed her hair and body before turning the faucets off and wrapping a towel around her body and one around her hair. She looked in the mirror and took her meds before changing into a tank top and a pair of yoga pants. Time for a nice evening of relaxing.
Robin ordered room service and opened a bottle of water before sitting down to eat in the comfort of her room. She wondered which room the tall stranger was in and what he was doing right now.
She turned on the television and was alarmed at the special warning that ran across the screen. There was a potential tsunami approaching the island and it was projected to miss them, but the resort was warning people to stay indoors until the all clear was given.
Robin knew the unpredictability of such a storm and her anxiety was raised a little. She just hoped it wouldn't come near them. She walked to the window and looked out along the beautiful oceanfront and saw the waves were higher than just a few moments ago. The beach was pretty deserted which meant that word had gotten around to people. She breathed a sigh of relief at that. Suddenly her relief changed to fear. The tall dimpled man was walking alone on the beach, far off from any contact.
Shit. What should she do? He could be in danger. He could be waiting for someone. He was an adult and could take care of himself. She had no business with him.
Robin shook her head and grabbed her key, going to find him and warm him. She wondered if this was the most ridiculous thing she had ever done.
The wind had picked up suddenly and the waves were out of control. Patrick shivered as the sky turned darker and the rain began to fall.
Fabulous. This was just great. He had watched the group from the bon fire leave a while ago and he had just stayed there, thinking.
"Hey, you need to come inside," a voice interrupted his thoughts.
Patrick turned and saw the little firecracker form earlier.
"Couldn't stay away, huh?" he teased.
"There is a tsunami warning for the island and everyone is inside. You could be in danger."
"So you were worried about me? You care?" he walked closer to her.
She felt like she wanted to taste his lips. She blushed and stepped back.
"I just saw you out here and figured you ignored the warning. I'll leave you to your friends," she winked, referring to the empty beach.
There was a sudden gust of wind that was so severe; it caused Robin to fall over. She face planted into the sand and Patrick rushed to her, losing his balance and plopping down next to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked as she sat up and brushed the sand off her face.
"I'm fine. It's just sand." She felt the sand clumped to her still wet hair and felt like a complete loser.
He went to say something more when the waves crashed around them and they both scrambled to get to safety before they were swallowed by the sea. Patrick grabbed her hand and pulled her to a small cabin near the bonfire area.
Robin huddled in the cabin while Patrick closed and locked the door. The wind screamed and the rain poured down and he turned to look at her and held out his hand.
"So, my name is Patrick, it's nice to meet you."
She shivered and sighed.
"My name is Robin."
"And it's nice to meet me too?" Patrick finished what she didn't say.
She smiled, despite her annoyance.
"I guess."
He shrugged. "I'll take that, for now."
They both jumped when the storm crashed around them and the cabin they were in suddenly seemed incredibly inadequate.
"Don't worry, we'll get out of here," he said, sensing her fear.
"I know. I'm fine."
He nodded.
"Good."
"You shouldn't have been out here."
He rolled his eyes.
"Nobody asked you to come help me. This one is on you."
"You're an arrogant ass. I might have saved your life!" Robin's eyes flamed at him.
"I bet you did that just so you could throw it in my face. That's typical," he said, getting into the banter and enjoying it far too much.
"Typical? Excuse me?"
"Whatever. You already made your mind up and I'm just the perv who was stalking you," he mocked her.
"You're disgusting. I'm out of here," she walked to the door and opened it, walking out into the storm.
"Robin, wait! You'll get hurt!" he ran after her and saw he was too late.
A/N:
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