"Jordan, you guys ready … "
Annette and Jordan pulled apart when they heard TJ's familiar voice. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I thought you needed help with some bags up here." TJ was standing in the doorway of Jordan's bedroom, but he was now backing away, but yet amazed by the sight in front of him. "My bad." He slammed the door.
Annette jumped off of the dresser embarrassed, pulling up her straps. "Oh, my gosh … " she mumbled.
"Sorry, I guess I forgot that you have to lock doors around here because nobody knocks." Jordan rolled his eyes.
"We shouldn't have started that in the first place. I'll be downstairs." Before Jordan could say anything, Annette was out the door and headed down the stairs.
Jordan drove really fast despite them counting over a dozen cop cars nested in the bushes along several interstates. The truck they were in arrived at the hotel shortly before dinnertime. The others were on their way and they decided to wait on the usual crew so that all could go out for dinner together on the town. The events didn't start until tomorrow afternoon, so they were free to do whatever until then.
The room that Jordan and she were going to stay in was exquisite. From the plush carpet on the floor, to the private balcony overlooking the beach, to the oversized king-sized bed, everything was top of the line. When they walked in, there were chilled wine and a box of fresh chocolates waiting for them. She wondered how much Jordan had paid and how much trouble he went through to get such a lavish suite at the last moment. At the checkout counter, Annette couldn't help but notice the American Express card he pulled out to prepay for their stay. He also upgraded to include on call room service. She could tell that Jordan spared no expense when it came to vacationing. When the doorman had finished moving their suitcases off the trolley into the suite, Jordan handed him a fresh twenty-dollar bill from his clip and closed the door.
"Jordan, this is a nice hotel. Do you always go all out like this?" Annette said, sitting down on the lush bed and kicking off her shoes.
"It is pretty nice, isn't it? Actually, I think TJ and Travis booked suites like this as well. Besides, when I told you this would be a vacation that you would never forget, I meant it. I want you to have a good time."
"Thank you. Where do you think we're going to eat? I'm starved."
"I'm thinking of seafood, since we are on the beach."
"Mmmm. Fresh seafood sounds delicious."
"Oh, yeah … I checked in with the hotel before we left and there's a spa on the third floor. We made reservations for you and the other ladies for tomorrow morning. You charge whatever you want to the room and I'll make sure it's paid for."
"Jordan, that's so nice of you, but isn't that a bit much?" Annette was surprised. No one had ever treated her to spa services. In fact, she had never been to a full service spa. She and her aunt would sometimes get manicures, pedicures, and facials together, but nothing like the services of the spa that he was talking about.
"I don't want to hear it. This is a vacation and everything is on me. That is the least I could do for you coming out with me."
"Thank you. Just being here is good enough for me already."
Jordan had just spread both of the garment bags on the bed. He unzipped his bags and pulled out a blue dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. She figured that the attire for tonight would be semi-formal, so she unzipped her garment bag and laid out a few pieces also as Jordan knelt down over his suitcase in search of his shoes. She couldn't decide on whether to wear the strapless white sundress with white sandals or the off-the-shoulder low cut V-neck black dress with stiletto heels. She admired each dress on the bed for a second.
"This one … " Annette didn't have to decide because Jordan had just made up her mind for her. He was pointing at the little black dress.
"Then, I'll wear that one just for you," Annette nodded, placing the white sundress back in her garment bag. "Mind if I take my shower first?"
"Yeah, go ahead. I'm gonna check downstairs with the guys to see where we're going and then I'll come back up to take my shower."
After enjoying all-you-can-eat oysters, crab, and shrimp at a nearby seafood restaurant, a group of them headed back to the hotel and a handful of others went out to enjoy the night life. Annette could tell from the parking lot of their hotels and other nearby hotels that they weren't the only bikers that had arrived early on the scene. The town was flooded with bikers, bikers, and more bikers everywhere. There were male bikers, female bikers, bikers off all ages, sizes, and nationalities.
"Jordan, Annette, meet us in the Jacuzzi on the tenth floor?" Tara grabbed her hand just before she and Mike parted ways with her and Jordan to their rooms.
"I don't know. We're tired," Jordan started, saying what Annette was thinking.
"Oh, come on. Just for thirty minutes. It's going to be me and Mike, y'all, and TJ and Arlene, come on," Tara begged.
Jordan looked at me. "Only if you're in the mood."
Annette couldn't stand to see the sad puppy look on Tara's face, so she said yes.
Before coming out of the bathroom, Annette made sure she was completely covered in her silk wrap. She felt complete naked in this bathing suit. She didn't know what she was thinking when she bought this skimpy two piece red bikini from the mall on Sunday. There was nothing she could do about it, now, because all her bathing suits were pretty skimpy. She was even more stunned when she walked out of the bathroom and saw Jordan waiting for her in a big chair flipping through channels. Her jaws dropped when she saw his chest for the first time. His body was perfect, every piece of muscle was shaped and formed. Annette couldn't find an ounce of fat over his whole body. His upper chest muscles were tight and he had a six pack … no, eight pack … washboard abs. Every tattoo on his chest looked as if it told a story of his life. There were intricate designs of snakes, a bald eagle, a design of a tiger's face … no it was actually a jaguar's face, the familiar tattoo that branded him a Heat Ryder, and other Chinese characters and Roman letters covering his chest and arms. Her eyes traveled down his abs that jutted into his shorts. She didn't miss the soft curly hair that disappeared into the tops of his swimming shorts. The man was eye candy all right. Made for a woman's eyes. She blushed when she noticed she had almost been drooling and looked down at the floor.
"You've seen my suit, now can I see yours," Jordan said, smiling, trying to undress her with his eyes.
"Maybe when we get in the Jacuzzi," Annette teased, walking towards the door.
"You are such a tease, you know that?"
"Tease is my middle name," Annette replied, taking his hand and pulling him out the door with her.
When they arrived in the pool room, some people were already in the pool area. They spotted Tara, Mike, TJ, and Arlene right away. Nick and another girl were also inside. Tara was laughing out loud as Mike carried her on his shoulders into the Jacuzzi. TJ and Arlene were already sitting in the Jacuzzi, Arlene was seated in TJ's lap with her back pressed into his chest. Now, Annette understood why Denise was so into him, he had a body to die for as well. But, no one could beat Jordan out. He was the total package.
"Hi!" Tara shouted, as Mike put her down carefully into the heated water. "Come on in!"
Jordan wasted no time climbing down the steps to get in. "Feels good," he said, then reached out for Annette's hand to help her.
"Throw your shawl on that bench over there, girl. You'll feel much better in just that bikini," Tara said.
Annette let go of Jordan's hands and carefully peeled out of her see-thru wrap. She tossed it on a bench next to Tara's belongings, as she instructed. She didn't dare meet Jordan's eyes, because she knew he was pleased that he had won and that he could now get a good look at her body.
"Damn, girl. Look at all that ass," Tara exclaimed, then reached out and half-smacked, half-rubbed Annette on her ass, as she was making her way into the water. "Where have you been hiding all that?"
"Tara!" Annette exclaimed, trying to move away from Tara's hands. She looked up to see Jordan, Mike, TJ, and Nick grinning. It seemed to Annette that Tara had just said and done what they were all thinking and wanting to do.
"I'm sorry. You just have a nice ass." Tara went on.
"Hey, Tara. You better keep your hands to yourself. You know how Jordan is about Annette. I learned my lesson the hard way," Nick said, chuckling.
Everybody laughed, recalling how mad Jordan had gotten when Nick made a move on Annette.
"I'm glad the message was clear," Jordan said, smiling, as she sat in the water beside him and he placed his arms around her waist. "Although, Tara is the only one who doesn't get it," Jordan said, pretending to be serious, but he couldn't hide his smile.