This is a short one. I forgot to put this in my story at first, I somehow missed it out. Huge apologies.
Bond and 'Ash' as she wished to be known walked back to the hotel after having more than a few too many drinks, Bond knew he would wake up with a hangover in the morning. Ash seemed to be doing alright although she had had at least 4 "tequila sunrises, on the rocks", which was her favourite drink. That was one of the few things he learned about her, to say she was guarded would be a understatement. The only thing Bond learnt was that she wasn't staying in the hotel but owned a small hut further up the beach. How a young girl could have brought such prime property was a mystery to Bond, when he asked she just muttered something about her parents and abruptly changed the subject to Bond's job. A subject that made him thoroughly uncomfortable. He just told her he had a boring old desk job shuffling through papers. They reached the hotel and Ash turned to face him.
"Will you meet me again?" She asked sexily.
"Most certainly" Bond murmured leaning in towards her.
"Good" Ash briskly replied turning on her heel and walking up the beach "tomorrow at the bar, 9 o'clock" she called over her shoulder.
Bond walked into the hotel reflecting the chat he had had with Ash at the bar. He was guessing she was orphaned, but had known her parents. Bond knew that from the hurt in her eyes when he asked her about how she got the hut. She walked with a slightly uneven gait, if Bond didn't know better he would have thought she had been shot in the knee, he had seen those injuries before in his line of work. Shrugging his jacket off and kicking his shoes away he flopped on to the bed she was one hell of a girl he thought and flicked the light off.