MAC GARNET
I exited the gymnasium, freshly showered and finally dressed, and stepped onto the concrete pathway. Getting temporarily trapped in what the rest of us called the meat locker, AKA the Fantasy Dick Room, had been my brother Luke's fault, and I planned to kick his ass the next time I saw him.
Since this was, technically, my day off, I wore regular clothes. Well, what went for regular on Garnet Island: A tank top, shorts, and flip flops. The tropical sun felt warm on my face, and the palm tree leaves rustled in the pleasant breeze.
"Hi. Um, excuse me…?" I felt a light touch on my back and turned to find an employee of the resort standing behind me. She wore the resort colors of teal and tan, and had a gold badge with the name Joanne etched on it."Yes?" I said.
"You're not listed on my Fantasy Man database. I have a client who—"
I cut her off with a laugh. "I'm not a Fantasy Man. Trust me."
