Chapter 3

Brent watched their interaction, wishing he had a frame of reference. His parents rarely showed affection and sent him overseas to a private school before he was Jimmy’s age, so Brent didn’t know what was normal.

However, Maria and Jimmy’s level of intimacy made him uncomfortable. It’s a cultural thing, Brent always told himself, yet the only thing he knew about Mexicans was that they worked hard and did it for less than American laborers. That’s why his family had been exploiting them for years in their many hotel chains and other companies.

As Jimmy left the Cabana, Brent scooped Maria up by her ass and gave her a rough, sloppy kiss. “I’ll be in the third-floor conference room for a few hours if you need me,” he said and slapped the cheek his groping hand had exposed.

“Why don’t you swim for a while?”

Maria waited until she saw her husband walk through the business center door before correcting the camel toe he caused, then she removed the tunic and went to find Jimmy without fixing the thong effect Brent created.

Later, after his meeting, Brent returned to the pool but didn’t find Maria in the cabana, so he scanned the pool area until he spotted his wife on an inflatable raft. Jimmy stood in the water, holding on to it so she didn’t float away from him.

Brent walked around the pool, looked down, and held up his hand. Jimmy, spotted the shadow on his mother’s butt and looked up at Brent. He opened and closed his finger so the shadow was grabbing Marie’s butt.

Jimmy flipped the raft over. She screeched before going under, then came up swearing at the boy for getting her hair wet. Jimmy laughed and pointed at Brent.

“Oh ... there you are,” Maria said. “I was wondering if you were ever coming back.”

“I did,” Brent said. “We have dinner reservations in two hours.”

She swatted Jimmy on the arm and said, “Thanks, now I have to go do my hair.”

“So sorry, but it was pretty funny,” Jimmy said. “Wasn’t it?”

Brent nodded without smiling. “I’m heading up.”

Maria said, “Okay, we’ll be right behind you.”

After her husband had walked away, Maria said, “Why did you do that?”

“You told me to act my age.”

She splashed water in Jimmy’s face and grabbed hold of the ladder. As she went up, Marie glanced back and smirked at Jimmy, who was below her, staring at her butt.

That night, Brent returned to the suite after having a few drinks with the hotel manager. The room was dark except for the TV’s colors flashing on Maria and Jimmy, huddled together on the sofa. Neither looked his way, so he said, “Must be a good movie?”

Maria nodded. “Scary. It’s almost over.”

“I’m gonna shower,” Brent said. “See you in the room after.” His wife knew that meant he wanted to fuck, and he didn’t care whether the movie was over or not.