How to get a man in 30 days - PJM

'Sun sets and tree frogs'

Maybe she'd finally cracked.
But cracked she'll be.
Because it was worth it,
He was delicious and now she was totally drunk.

Falling asleep after a few more swills of wine, her anxieties were washed away, no dreams to dream and no lies to tell, just laying as a shell of unconsciousness and peace.

Noelle's senses are assaulted by the noise of the hotel phone, a wake up call she had ordered to make use of her last day and all she wanted to do was bury her head from the ringing noise and shoot the sun blaring through the windows.

"Fuck, my head" she whined lifting the handset

"Hello this is your wake up call" He said cheerfully in his thick Bahamian accent and as pleasantly as she could muster, she thanked the concierge on the line and buried her head under the covers to await the day a little longer. She had nothing to do, no one she knew and she was certainly not looking for another handsome hookup.

A strut around the hotel was needed, focused on a full evaluation; she had talked to some staff under the guise of being a normal guest, and they all had been on their best behaviour, helpful and friendly.
The whole place really ticked all the right boxes she thought as she strolled back around in isolated silence.

But after another lap of the marble clad buildings, she was starting to think that maybe this hotel wasn't all it was cracked up to be. It seemed surprisingly empty for its size. She knew it was built at record speed by a wealthy enterprise in Hong Kong to rival the already established Atlantis resort. But this was no Atlantis. And she was bored.

Looking for some excitement, she scanned the leaflet stand at the concierge's desk, hoping to find something cheap and cheerful that she could include in her report. If she couldn't amplify the glamour of the hotel, she knew the Bahamas themselves would lend a hand.

"May I suggest Junkanoo?" The concierge spoke up, leaning over the desk to grab her attention.

"Junka-what?"

"Junkanoo." He laughed, walking around the desk and handing her a flyer. "It's our yearly cultural festival. There's music, food, costumes! And not to forget the parade!"

"Sounds fun." Noelle laughs, taking the flyer. "But it sounds busy too. Will it not be too crowded?"

"Possibly." The concierge nods, snapping his fingers and in an instant, they are joined by a well dressed man in uniform, tipping his hat at her. "Geoffrey here will drop you off as close as possible to Main Street. Once you get there, just follow the main road until you reach House Of Diamond. Go inside and up the stairs on the right. Up there you will find the best Greek food on the island. And a crazy owner but I digress. You won't be disappointed."

"Thank you." She grins, following behind Geoffrey as he scurries off to his waiting vehicle.

Downtown was exactly as described, full of bodies having a great time. The parade was in full swing. With men and women on stilts wearing vibrant costumes and throwing dance moves Noelle couldn't even do it if she was barefoot. Snapping a few pics, she's sure to capture the back of a few unaware men, all with dark hair and broad shoulders to resemble any man she was meant to be here with.

Squeezing through the crowd, she dabs her brow as she finally locates the jewellery shop she was instructed to visit, smiling gently at the shop assistant before snapping a few pictures and scurrying upstairs.

And as told, she was instantly met by a short man named Stavros, the whistle around his neck having seen better days as he dabs his face with a napkin.

"Table for one." She grins, trying to hide her grimace as the word one falls from her lips.

Following him out onto the terrace, she gawps at the crowd below. She knew the streets were packed. She just had to fight her way through it. But now from two stories up, her vantage point was elevated. And perfect for a few snaps of her camera.

The air was surprisingly cool, a roof that hung over her, keeping the now almost midday sun at bay as she ordered a cocktail from an approaching waitress as the owner blew his whistle shouting in Greek as everyone chorused, echoing throughout.

She orders a lamb gyros as recommended to her and thoroughly enjoys the flavourful seasonings paired with the best Tzatziki she'd ever tasted. It wasn't so terrible alone, but she wished she had someone to share it with, to delight in conversation about the sights and smells all around her, but her laptop would just have to do.

She wasn't even sure if anyone would read her report but when she left the restaurant early afternoon she typed everything she had experienced as fast as her fingers could type.

Finally finished, Noelle is between packing the free shampoo and conditioner, when suddenly there's a pounding on the door. It's hard and with urgency, but if true crimes taught her anything it was to have a peek before opening the door.

"Jin?" She says surprised.

"Hey—um so I need a favour.." He says with a sullen face as she invited him inside.

A fucking NDA is shoved in her face.
There's not much of an explanation, just that his friend is a pretty big deal back home and even though Noelle had no idea who JK really was Jin felt really bad about it as he pushed her to sign.

"I'm so sorry it's like this.." He bows his head in apology but it wasn't his fault.

"You don't have to worry about me Jin, I won't tell a soul, I promise" She swears, crosses her heart and hopes to die.

"Again, I'm really sorry" Is all he says as he walks to the door, he pauses a beat, looks back and Noelle thinks he's going to say something, but he doesn't and leaves in silence, just the click of the door closing behind him.

Tucked up that evening she checks her instagram.. likes and comments from the Junkanoo and a snap of her meal, of course, praises to her deceit. They don't know. But she does.

Depressed, desperate and too low mood doesn't allow her to leave the room again, she can't think straight as she tries to weigh up her options, she knows she can't hire an escort because there's no guarantee people at the party won't recognise them, tinder is a no go just in case someone sees her profile. She couldn't risk it.

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