V is for Venice (Rough Love Novels Book 2) by Bailey Elizabeth

Author:Bailey Elizabeth [Elizabeth, Bailey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 17- Oh, How I Hate Doing the Right Thing

Violet

I yawned loudly and sat back in the sand, sipping my wine cooler and watching the beach crowd. Until France, I’d never been to the beach before, except once to paint for my Around the World in 13 Days collection, but once I spent a little time by the water with my toes in the sand, I realized I was born for this life. I had never known my inner beach baby, but now that she had come out, I never wanted to go back.

Ever since I had fled the Spanish in Italy, I had been feeling much better. I expected to be miserable, after hearing those three dreaded words from Vitale and getting left handcuffed to a bedpost, but the sun had baked most of the remorse out of my system, and I was actually doing somewhat well. Sure, I was still mostly dead inside, and I missed that stupid Italian bastard, but I could at least live day to day with minimal pain. I’d even put a little bit of my pre-depression weight back on, between working out and gaining muscle, and drinking a lot of wine. The sun relaxed me and made me sleepy, and the wine cooler and the sound of the waves put me at ease.

Even so, when I saw the purple-haired girl hand in hand with a tall, dark-haired handsome fellow approaching me, my heart still sunk to my feet and I had to bite my lip to keep unwanted emotions down.

“Bonjour,” the purple-haired girl said, stopping before me. I stood from my spot beneath an umbrella and smiled.

“Bonjour,” I replied, extending a hand. I shook her hand, and then her boy-toy’s.

“Nous aimerions un…” she began, waving her hand awkwardly, and I laughed at her awkward pronunciation.

“I speak English,” I grinned, and the girl sighed in relief.

“Thank God,” she grinned. “We’re on vacation here, and I can never tell.”

“It’s interesting sometimes,” I agreed. “I speak almost no French. Is it weird that the first thing I learned to ask is if people want their boobs in the picture?”

“Oh my God,” Purple Hair cackled. “That’s hilarious! I mean it makes sense, considering the location, but wow.”

Did I mention I was on a nude beach? I mean, technically naturist, but still. It was different and adventurous and free, while still being relaxing, and I had stumbled upon the community by accident when I was fleeing to France, so I decided to set up camp for a while and make my money off vacationing tourists.

“Well, you gotta know these things when doing caricatures!” I began to gather my pencils and motioned to my sign. “Speaking of which, were you two interested?”

“We were thinking about it,” the man with her asked. “But we’re curious if we could get one with shoulders up, or a drawn-on bikini top for her.”

“Of course! Which would you prefer?”

“I think just shoulders up,” the girl replied. “That way it’s at least somewhat reminiscent to our vacation destination.

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