Leave

Leanne decided it had been a long enough day without having to listen to this guy's shit. There was only so many times she could take being hit on in one day. And this guy was just so obnoxious and full of himself that she was done.

"I'm pretty tired actually," she declared. "I think I'm gonna head to bed."

"Sure thing," grinned the guy sleazily. "Yours or mine?"

"Ha ha," laughed Leanne without much sincerity as she downed the rest of her drink. "Maybe I'll see you later."

"I hope so," he replied, standing as though he was expecting a hug.

'What the hell' Leanne thought to herself. 'So long as it gets me away from him.'

She stood to accept the embrace and wasn't too surprised to find the guy going for a quick grope of her pert arse. What was more shocking was when he went in for a kiss and caught Leanne off guard. Their lips locking while his roaming hands found their way under her dress and squeezed her tight cheeks.

"Hey!" cried Leanne. Forcing the guy off and stepping away from him. He was obviously drunk and she doubted he'd remember this in the morning. Plus it was her first night and she didn't want to start an argument. "Have a good night."

With a gentle tap on his shoulder she left the tourist to himself and headed back to her room. Checking once or twice that he hadn't followed her. She would sleep well that night. Dreaming of beaches and cocktails.