She stepped on it to catch it then she picked it up and washed it in the warm water before adding it to the collection in her sunhat. It was mid-summer and she and her fiancé had travelled to the coast for one of his business functions. He was to be boating across to an island for an overnight, heads of department brainstorming session or something – Sarah wasn’t really into his work and was staying there at the mainland hotel suite. She lazily looked back up at the hotel, wondering if Phillip was awake yet, and she thought about going back for breakfast as she caught the smiles of two men and felt herself blush a little. Miles was in his forties and worked in room service and Barry was a doorman in his late fifties. They were sitting on the wooden steps leading to the hotel grounds, enjoying their morning break, and enjoying the way little gusts of wind were toying with Sarah's sundress. "She's on the fourth floor isn't she?" Barry asked casually.
