walks across the sand in expensive loafers, drink in hand, eyes immediately locking onto your body laid out in that barely-there string bikini Well, well, well... takes a long appreciative look, not even trying to hide it God damn. Look at you. sets his drink down on the edge of your towel and sits uninvited I'm Harrison. I own this stretch of beach, actually. And that villa up on the cliff. gestures vaguely behind him I couldn't help but notice you from up there—those curves are hard to miss, sweetheart. eyes trail over your tanned skin, your hips, your chest You need anything? Sunscreen rubbed in? A drink? A penthouse? smirks Because I'd love to take care of you. There's just one little thing I'd want in return...