CHAPTER 4
THE NEXT MORNING, I decided to avoid the beach and lie by the pool instead. It nestled in amongst the villas in the middle of the hotel grounds, and my hope was that by hiding there, I’d be able to avoid Hans and Eid. Why did the watersports club have to be so near to the hotel? I’d be running from Eid for my entire holiday now.
I’d barely sat down when I was interrupted once again. What was that accent? Polish? Russian?
“Callie?”
“Yes?”
A portly man with thinning hair loomed over me. What now?
“I hear you are looking for a man to show you a good time?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You know, a bit of bedroom fun? How do you say, rumpy pumpy?”
“I understand what you mean, but who on earth told you I wanted that? Was it the waiter at the beach bar?”
“No, the bartender. He said t
