Julia woke up to Arthur's gently caress over her body. When she opened her eyes, he was laying on his side, next to her. He greeted her with a charming smile and kissed her.
"Good morning gorgeous".
"Good morning. What time is it"?
"A little after nine", he answered as he looked at his watch.
"Did you have something planned today"? he asked as he caressed her face.
"Nothing set in stone. Did you have something in mind"? she asked as her fingers traced down his muscular chest, down his abs and under the sheets.
He wasn't the slightest bit surprised that at the single touch of her hands on his body, that his body reacted the way it did. He desired her, wanted her and needed her. He felt that with her he could wipe clean the slate of everything he had done.
He gave her a crooked but sexy smile. "I'll tell you when I'm done making love to you"!
He placed himself over her and made love to her more passionately and intensely than he had done the night before or to any other woman.
Later, that morning, after having showered and gotten dressed they walked through the cantina hand in hand, as Miguel and Carmen looked at them smiling.
He led her down an alley on the side of the cantina and removed a dirty rag revealing a motorcycle. She watched as he got on the bike and brought the engine to life, revving it. He turned it around and stopped alongside Julia.
She looked at him, he looked so damn sexy.
"Hop on", he said.
She raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't we be wearing helmets"?
"Gorgeous, I promise, I won't let anything happen to you".
He took her hand in his and helped her get on. She wrapped her arms around his waist, a feeling that made him feel like the luckiest man walking on the face of the Earth.
They rode heading south, along side the beach and ocean for almost two hours and reached Tulum. She'd heard of the place but had never been. He passed the busiest beaches and then stopped the bike. He took her hand in his and led her down to the beach, then past a few rocks.
She stopped as they reached the bottom of the rocks and looked around at the beauty of the alcove it had led to.
She took the backpack off her back and opened it. When she had placed the beach towels down on the white, silky sand, she removed her shorts and t-shirt revealing a simple black but sexy two-piece bikini.
She looked at him as he eyed her with a desiring stare. "What"?
"It should be a crime to look that beautiful".
He sprinted after her and she ran from him laughing. He caught up with her in no time and lifted her up in his arms. He carried her towards the ocean as they kissed. Once they were in the water, he let her down but kept her close as they let themselves being rocked by the waves.
"Why did you drop everything and leave"? he asked her.
She looked at him. "Apparently you've never been rich".
He had more money than she could imagine, that was what being a hitman was. "Tell me".
She looked out at the horizon than back at him. "Growing up, it was great. The big house, the clothes, the parties, feeling like you are untouchable. When I was a teenager, my mother drowned in the pool. She had been drinking and fell and hit her head. My father never cried, on the contrary, he was away on business more than he'd ever been".
He caressed her cheek in comfort knowing what that must have been like for her. That was where her vulnerability came from. Having lost one parent and felt as though she had lost another along with it.
"My biggest wish was to get out of there as quickly as I could, but my father refused that I go to UCLA and I ended up going to NYU, my every single move scrutinized. When I got out of business school, he put me at his side in the company, thing I never wanted".
"Cancun was you're way out".
She nodded. "After a couple of years at VanKirk Consolidated, I was suffocating. Everything was about money and power. You have no idea, how many people got fired in the blink of an eye for making a mistaking and making my father loose millions in less than 2 minutes. The shred of humanity I thought my father had left in him, was gone. I didn't want to be a part of that".
"You've got a good heart Julia, most people wouldn't want to walk away from all of that".
"I finally got my father to agree that I come to Cancun with some of my girlfriends for my birthday. When we got here, we were to stay for three weeks. What he didn't know was that it was only two weeks. I staid an extra week on my own. There's when I walked into Carmen's cantina. We became friends. She lived simply, enjoying the simple things that life had to offer. The people here, don't care about money".
"Let me guess the rest of the story, you managed to convince your father to stay here for a couple of years then take the reins of the company. He got you a fake identity and got you a job at Knox Consolidated, which behind the façade is owned by Cross Consolidated"?
She smiled at him. "You're good at your job".
She looked deep in thought as he caressed her shoulders. "What's on your mind"?
"You know, my father often told me that people would kill to take my place. But you know, there are so many things that money can't buy you".
"Well, I'm glad you escaped to Cancun, cause otherwise, I wouldn't be here with you and I agree, that is something I could never buy with money".
He kissed her and undid the knot, in her back, holding her bikini top in place.
They made love to the rhythm of the waves, their bodies in sync with one another, their passion and need mutual. They were abandoning themselves to one another and that too, was priceless.