The brief time they'd met before, when she'd smoldered at him it had had little effect - one more hot person on the island who wasn't sleeping with him barely made a drop in the bucket. The alcohol, however, seemed to be helping in that regard. He found himself wishing she'd turn around so he could see her ass.

"Your definition of stalking could use some work," he said. "I haven't seen her in weeks. But it probably would be pretty boring, yes. Any suggestions for someone more interesting I could stalk?"