In the beginning, she had begun to panic from the loss of memory and insecurity. But when the two men proved more than capable of providing for her needs and then when supplies and other useful things began to wash up on the shore, from the plane wreck things almost became normal -- if it hadn't been for the crazy two guy billionaires and one flight attendant scenario.
Melanie tried to make herself as useful as possible by barbecuing fresh fish and preparing meals from the washed up supplies. There was plenty of vacuum-packed lobster tail and pheasant for some reason and clearly, the men preferred one or the other.
Still she couldn't tell them apart.
What was she supposed to do? Ask them to pull their pants down to take a look at their asses whenever she was in doubt? Not that she would have minded, but not the most practical solution.
The sun was going down into a vast rose-colored sea. Yet another indescribably beautiful sunset with no cameras to waste time taking photos. She was getting used to just existing and living in the moment, enjoying each subtle pleasure of being alive. It was such a change from the constant stress of her life in LA, running back and forth from one place to another, dodging parking fines, struggling to pay her rent, trying to stay one step ahead of constant jetlag, all while keeping her horny passengers' hands off her. In the reality she lived from paycheck to paycheck, always thinking ahead to her next flight or bills to pay.
Here, life was easy. Her two companions took care of everything, the sun shone every day. All she had to do was relax and prepare wonderful fresh meals of tropical fish and fruit and let the sun turn her pale skin a golden brown.
Maybe I could live here forever. She thought.
"It's breathtaking, isn't it?" Alex sat down beside her. She had decided just to call both of them Alex because it made things easier. The brothers had agreed that one of them, the one with scar on his butt, would wear an armband made from a strip of denim on his right arm to help her distinguish them. But both of them insisted on being called Alex, which infuriated the two of them equally.
The one next to her didn't have on the armband; the one whose butt she hadn't seen. Not yet at least.
"It almost makes you want to stay here forever." He said.
"I was just thinking that."
"Can I sit next to you?" He asked.
"Of course you can." She patted the warm sand next to her. "Where's your brother?"