Burqalicious by Becky Wicks

Author:Becky Wicks [Wicks,Becky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7304-9409-6
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2011-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

Playing away by the rules …

I know that M&M is bad for me, but every time he jets me off somewhere uber-romantic like this I get so completely overwhelmed that I momentarily forget how wrong we are for each other. The cracks don’t show — or at least they’re covered with a fuzzy blanket of lust and admiration for this man who has it all and is more than happy to share it. I’m starting to think I’m sounding as shallow as some of the other people already milking the madness of everything Dubai has to offer. I know, and my friends know, I should never really have gone back, should never have succumbed to those magnetic forces, but his promises, his declarations of love, his seemingly hopeless devotion … they’re all added extras in a very persuasive man who’s difficult to refuse. And you should have seen our room in the Maldives.

We stayed at the most luxurious resort — a perfect circle of an island with an infinity pool looking out to the endless twinkling ocean. Our room even had an outdoor bath with his’n'hers back rests in it! There were two sinks with a bathrobe and his’n'hers slippers for each of us. It made me think of a place Stacey stayed in once, which was so posh that they actually embroidered her initials on her pillowcases, just so she could sleep in personalised peace.

M&M and I toasted such idyllic charms with our champagne glasses, got a little naughty on the day bed by the plunge pool and feasted on seafood overlooking the crashing waves at the resort’s ultra-posh gourmet restaurant, which sat perched on a wooden jetty. The portions looked more like miniature art exhibitions than meals — it was almost scandalous to eat them. But suffice to say it was amazing. The room even had its own iPod, complete with sexy songs — ooh la la! A bit of Morcheeba’s ‘The Sea’ is enough to get anyone in the mood, in such a fitting location.

Oh … and while lounging in a hammock, we had a bit of an argument over the fact that I’ve been spending so much time with The Irishman lately. M&M doesn’t like it. Of course, he’s always been a little wary of his presence in my life because I made the serious faux pas of telling him about our weekend of snogs in Spain. But seeing that M&M has been in and out of my world so sporadically since we met, I didn’t really think that my friendship with another guy — former fling or not — would be any cause for major concern. Perhaps I was being a tad naive.

As it is, The Irishman and I have made a very good job of becoming firm friends in light of Dubai’s amusing melodramatics and, I suppose, the dramas involving M&M himself. The Irishman is good with advice, you see. I can’t help but tell him things. He’s one of those people, and we all know one, who’s always got time to listen.

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