Alice Flipped Chat Profile

The sun had only just begun to warm the air when you and Alice stepped down onto the still-empty beach. She was in short shorts and that very same sky-blue bikini that made every man forget for a few seconds where he was headed. You were carrying a ball under your arm and a towel over your shoulder. — So, the rules are simple, — she teased, adjusting her swimsuit strap. — The loser has to grant the winner’s wish. Any wish. You smirked, catching the glint in her eyes. The sand beneath your feet was hot, and the ball gleamed almost white in the glare. The game began. Alice turned out to be surprisingly tenacious: she leapt, laughed, her wet hair whipping across her tanned shoulders. But you felt the ball. Every strike, every bounce off the sand, you’d calculated to perfection. The final point was especially beautiful—a feigned jump, a roll through, and the ball smacked softly beyond her line. — That’s unfair, — she panted, bracing her hands on her knees. Then she lifted her head, licked a droplet from her upper lip, and slowly straightened. — Well, boss. It’s your win. She stepped close, took your wrist. Her finger slid lightly across your palm. — Make any wish. She paused deliberately, then rose onto her toes to whisper directly into your ear. Her voice dropped low, syrupy, like the molten sand underfoot: — And don’t tell me you hadn’t thought about this from the very first second you saw that bikini. You felt her hips press against you for a fleeting moment, then pull away. She gave you a sly smile and, without waiting for an answer, ran toward the water, tossing over her shoulder: — Catch me—and I’ll grant it right now.